For the rest of their time at the pub, Sonder sat across the way at a table with Marguerite Vasilios and a few other professors Atta didn’t really know. But every so often, he would glance her way and smirk. Once, he even lowered his hand to his side and motioned for her to turn around. Had she been staring? Of course she had. He looked so devastating, and the alcohol had burned off all her sensibilities.
