6
The suave guy from Starbucks is Jasper Banks. The one male specimen on this entire planet who has the capacity to unnerve me.
I situate myself in my seat, and his hazel eyes focus on my actions.
“Is it hot in here?” I fan my face with my hand. It wasn’t hot a second ago, but suddenly I’m my grandma in the dead of winter standing in front of a fan to cool off.
“A tad, maybe.” His lips quirk up, knowing exactly why I’m perspiring like a hooker in church. “So, Katniss?”
I laugh and he leans back in his chair, his hand lying out, his manicured nails tapping down on the black table.
“I was feeling extra feisty that night.”
“Why?”
“I feel feisty a lot.” I shrug, not willing to turn this man away by divulging I was with someone else.
Seriously, Lennon, get it together. Who cares?
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