My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession
I drape my arm around her, and she leans into me.
A girl nearby is blowing bubbles with one of those cheap plastic wands. She seems like a fresher. All bright and bubbly.
Noelle's eyes light up.
Before I can stop myself, I'm already walking over.
"Three bucks for the bottle," I tell the girl.
She gapes. "It's... it's just bubbles, dude."
"Five."
She hands it over instantly.
I return to Noelle, pop the cap, and hand her the wand.
She blows a stream of iridescent spheres into the air. They float between us, catching the afternoon sun.