Emily's POV
"Who's Blake?" Nathan asks over my shoulder, reading my cell phone screen without any qualms. His tone was strange, nothing like I'd heard before. "Who's Memi?"
He questions a second time, I lift my gaze from the phone to his face and see in it the dark intentions of laughing at my nickname, as if "little eyes" were one with a lot of calibers. Without giving his never-ending taunt much of a play, he shoves my phone back into the bag leaving Blake with no response.
"Blake is my friend from college" I reply passing him by, going to the end of the register to start shoving groceries inside the cart. I don't answer anything regarding the nickname, I didn't need to continue to be the source of the brown-haired guy's amusement.
"Do you have any friends in college?" I find his question offensive. I look at him incredulously but he just shrugs, downplaying the meaning of his question: "Are you… close friends?"