“I think you look really nice,” Elijah offers in a quiet, sheepish voice. “Thank you,” Seph says, beaming at him before giving me another glare. “Your friend can stay, you can leave.” “Aw, don’t be salty, Sephy. I didn’t say you didn’t look nice.” I give her my best boyish grin, snagging her around the waist and forcing a hug on her. “You’re an ass,” she declares, giving into the hug after a moment of token struggle. “Come on in. I’ve been slaving away for hours.”
