Chapter 35 Wet For Teacher
- Foster returned his gaze to his menu, like I wasn’t hovering over his table completely pissed off. It was one thing to avoid a person, and another entirely to pretend they didn’t exist. I wasn’t pretending what we’d done hadn’t happened, I was just choosing it avoid it.
- “What are you doing?” I asked.
- Foster looked up at me again. “I’m on a date, Miss Starling. Did you need something?”