“I overheard your friends say it. That’s your name, right?” “Yeah, Sienna Rhodes.” She straightened herself more and looked back at her friends. I didn’t move to follow her gaze; I waited for her attention to settle on me again. “What’s your name?” she asked as her eyes moved from my painted face and across my messy, unbuttoned shirt. “Everett,” I forced out. “St. Claire.” Reality pressed in as I realized the gravity of our little incident. “I like that; it’s unique.” “I could say the same for Sienna.”
