“Mr. Greyson,” he said. “You are not the only one wishing to speak with Mr. Dean.” Mitch glanced around and his eyes went big at the line of students behind him waiting to talk to Alex. Alex bit back a sigh. His line was longer than the other panelists’. He sent a mental apology to his friends waiting for him at the pizza place in town, even as the phone in his pocket buzzed again. “Should you wish for an autograph from Mr. Dean,” Halley continued, “the request needs to be made on your own time.” “Autograph?” Mitch repeated. “Why would I want his autograph?” Alex choked back a laugh. It was
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