Rowena
I stifled a yawn as I glanced at the clock; only nine-thirty in the morning. I still had a few hours left of my shift in the manager’s office.
Normally, I wasn’t this sleepy in the mornings. But I had been up later than usual last night with Eric, practicing my dance moves. I had to admit, though; he was right about us making good dance partners.
After spending the night practicing together, it felt surprisingly natural. It was probably just because we were siblings. We just clicked, in a way.
Suddenly, the door swung open. I looked up and felt my heart almost stop when I saw a familiar head of black hair push into the room.
“Adrian.”
“Rowena.” Adrian walked up to me and sat down in the chair across from me. “Can you look at my shoulder? I think I pulled a muscle.”
Nodding,
