She turned but found nothing. There was only her and Nate – high as fuck.
'Really, really weird.'
"So?" Nate looked up from the crack he was studying on the table.
Keira frowned, hurrying to sit back on the chair in front of him. "Did you see something?"
Surely, he must have seen it.
"See what?"
"I think I saw something pass by us."
Nate suddenly perked up, a smile plastered on his face. "Is she beautiful?"
The corner of her lips pulled up in a grimace. "Is that all you always think about? Beautiful girls?"
Shoulders slumped, he leaned on the back of the wooden chair. "That's not what I mean."
"Oh, then, pray tell, what do you mean by asking it?"
She couldn't believe the nerve of this annoyingly handsome man to who she was stuck to. One minute he was making a move on her with his lowkey flirts and horrible innuendoes, and the next, he asked if a beautiful girl was passing by.
