Declan’s POV
Walking toward my classes the next day, I replayed my conversation with Dakota last night. I wasn’t stalking her, but I may have seen her walking toward the café and followed her in . . don’t look at me like that, it’s not creepy, I needed a coffee!
Anyway, that stupid barista was giving her some dirty looks because she hadn’t chosen her drink yet, and it pissed me off. It was my fault she wasn’t ready and yet, she was immediately fawning all over me and happy to ignore Dakota who was clearly next in line, so I might have decided to make a point.
I’d tried to be friendly, but I hadn’t realised how hard it is to talk to a girl when I wasn’t trying to get in her pants. She’d pulled me up on it too and I have to admit, it was a nice change, I’ve never had a girl point out my b
