(Isla)
Cameron was fidgety as soon as Jackson left.
“So,” Abigial clasps her hands, “Shall we get the popcorn going in the theatre room?” She looks between us, the only two left at the table. Jim was working late tonight.
“I think I’m going to turn in.” He yawns and stretches his arms above his head but the yawn didn’t look sincere. Abigail gives me a sideways glance.
“Are you sure? We can do something else, stay here, or go to the cottage?” I ask, trying not to sound like I’m begging, I didn’t think him being alone was a good idea, I didn't know why exactly.
“Nah, thanks, Luna. I have an early morning and want to run over a new training schedule. Night guys.” He salutes us and heads out.
“Nah?” Abigail turns to me, “I’ve never heard him so informal. He seems off.”
“He is off,”
