a familiar figure comes from what looks like the bathrooms, nearly knocking me over in the process. His hands quickly stabilize me, his bright blue eyes pinning me in place as he looks at me. At first, surprise is written all over his face. Then, concern covers his features as his eyes flick over me. “What’s wrong?” Ronan asks. I do my best to smile, shaking my head as if everything was right as rain, but he isn’t buying it. “Your mascara is all over your face, Skyla.”
