Fake it with me
He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable.
They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating.
She looked away before he saw her looking.
Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed.
"Don't," Ava said.
"I didn't say anything."
"You were about to."
"I was about to say that you did the face."
"I don't have a face."
"The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."