“Hey, Jake,” Casey says, inches away from us. “Who’s your little friend? I haven’t seen this one around before.” I flinch at her words and feel Mikayla tense next to me for a second. “Casey, this is Mikayla.” Mikayla laughs. “Baby, you don’t have to be so formal.” She reaches a hand out to Casey. “Jake calls me Kayla. Do you go to school here, Lacey?” “It’s Casey.” “Oh.” Mikayla nods, smiling at her.
