Indebted to the Mafia King
I step out of the classroom, not quite certain what this has to do with me.
“I thought it might be fun to get coffee, exchange information,” she says.
No sign of Seb in the hall. He probably took advantage of his disguise to get some girl’s number. There’s a coffee cart on this floor of the building, the easiest place to flirt with someone very quickly.
“Sure,” I say. “The coffee cart down the hall? And then maybe we can sit outside.”
She nods, her blonde ponytail bobbing, and I cross my fingers she gives her name to the coffee guy. Actually, if Seb’s doing his job and hiding in the shadows nearby, maybe he’ll ask for her number, instead.
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