Which was fine because it didn’t feel like her scene, anyway. She’d have preferred hiding out in her room watching a movie with her best friend rather than watching a guy who was clearly too old for Talia feeding her a cheesy line that she ate up like candy. Or maybe it was just that Salem felt like a third wheel. A spare. In the way. Because no one flirted with her. Ever. So she tried to hide her unease behind her cup. To fade into the shadows the way she did.
