"Are you going to eat? Oh, you're not? Well, how about something to drink? He's super fussy; if someone so much as touches the table, he'll wipe it down with alcohol eight times. Plus, he's so incredibly narcissistic, like he could fall in love with himself in the mirror. Do you understand what I mean..."
As Hallie was speaking, she noticed everyone's gaze directed towards something behind her...
All of a sudden, it felt as though the room temperature had dropped quite a few degrees.
The expressions of the people in front of her were either dumbfounded, fearful, or awkward...
She suddenly had a hunch, and slowly turned around.
There he was, Dylan Collins, now dressed as himself, with one hand behind his back and a smirk on his face, staring at Hallie's back.
