Red shirt guy kept his gaze locked with mine. For a moment, I was terrified how easy it was to get lost in his light brown eyes. It was almost as though they were speaking to me, calling out my name and inviting me in. I could have sworn that I was in some stupid romantic music video in that moment. Except that no music was in the background; only the static ringing inside my head.
No matter how dashing he was, I didn't take his offered hand. I averted my eyes and hauled myself to my feet. He was a stranger, and from my experience, strangers aren't good news. For all I knew, he could be some lunatic who escaped a mental institution. I doubt it, Kay.
"I'm sorry," I blurted out, feeling my blood rise to my face. "It's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going."
He stood up. He was ta
