Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!
"I’m sorry, have we met?"
Scarlet chuckled, her voice like the chime of a small, fake bell. "Oh, don't play forgetful, darling. High school? But yes, it’s natural you’d forget. Back then, you were always disappearing behind stacks of books and worn-out clothes."
Andrew, behind her, looked uncomfortable. "Scarlet, maybe this isn't the place—"