“Wait, where’s Gwen?” His white teeth gleam. He is enjoying this exchange too much. “Who, now?” “Your date!” I’m about to kill him. I’m sure of it. He looks around, as if just realizing she is gone. “She must’ve left. Beats me as to why.” “You gave me more attention than you did her,” I say hotly, knowing I’m falling right into his trap. “Which is incredibly rude.” “Rude?” He looks genuinely surprised. “Grace used to love it when I brought dates over and neglected them in favor of her halfway through the night. Dare I say, it was her favorite pastime.”
