“You shouldn’t treat people like that.” Both of us turn to Thea Kennedy, twisted around in her seat in front of Bishop’s. Her cheeks are pink, and she looks a little surprised she intervened, but she holds her ground, gripping the back of her seat with white knuckles. “It’s not right.” Thea licks her lips, taking a breath. Her eyes dart to Bishop before swinging back to us. “So please stop.”
awwww
