Amelia spins towards me. After a moment of assessment, an accusing finger jabs my way. “You!” A lazy grin pulls at my lips. “Me?” “You were rude to me.” She remembers me, is all my twisted brain gets out of that exclamation. “You got my friends kicked out.” “No, you got your friends kicked out by being rude to me.” She’s yelling but she might as well be whispering sweet nothings with the way I’m gazing at her. Drinking in the sight of her.
