Evaline:
It was Draven Thorne.
I should have known. Only he had the audacity to stroll into the second floor of the library like he owned the place. He was holding a bottle of fresh orange juice in one hand, a small brown bag in the other, and a lazy grin on his face like he wasn't breaking at least four school rules just by being him.
"You look like you are about to hex someone," he said in a low and amused voice "Please tell me it's not me."
I looked up at him and asked before I could catch myself. "What… are you doing here?"
"I'm on duty," he said innocently, setting the items down on the table beside my open notes. "Evening shifts in the library. I just started today."
"Since when do you volunteer for anything that doesn't involve rules breaking or detention?"
He placed a hand on his chest like I had wounded him. "Eva. You wound me."
"You just stole my line."
