Within seconds, the Duskwind girls are gravitating toward the car.
"Oh, here we go. Cue the parade." Morgan sighs, rolling his eyes.
Grayson chuckles, but he's grinning. "Don't be so grumpy. We used to enjoy this, remember?"
"Correction," Morgan says, tilting his head, "you used to enjoy this. I just enjoyed watching you make a fool of yourself."
The girls are closer now, waving, pretending to "pass by" the car. One of them, a brunette with glossy curls and too much lip gloss, leans down, pretending to tie her shoe just so her neckline dips just right. Another flicks her hair, deliberately slow, her perfume wafting in through the half-open window.
"Evening, Bellamys," one of them sings. "Didn't expect to see you on this side of campus."
Morgan's lips twist into something that's not quite a smile. "And yet," he says dryly, "here we are."
Her giggle is instant. "You boys lost or something?"
Grayson laughs. "Depends. You offering directions?"
