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My friends know it

And withinto know it

Case in point,across the parking lot Long blonde hair floats in the breeze as if the wind couldn’t help but to run its fingers through the golden strands when it had the chance

She’s taller than the average woman—that’s five feet four inches in the United States if you’re wondering—and the jeans she’s wearing look like they were designed for every inch of her long frame

“Are you going to hyperventilate?”

I jolt at the sound of the voice co the tip of er painfully as I rush to turn down the volu thirty feet away can hear the conversation

“Shh,” I hiss

“Shh? Really, Jude? If it’s thatdeal, just call Deacon and tell him you can’t do it”

Irritation siut at the is that have the ability to make me anxious People whoway fro my fears

“I’ else

“Have a good class,” he says, and I catch his chuckle before he ends the call

The wo when she pulls her phone from the back pocket of those delicious jeans Like she is preparing herself for battle, she shoves the device back in her pocket and lifts her head a few inches, her back going ra open the heavy door and disappearing inside

I could never approach a woh to keep reat to ever take the chance

What I can do is admire fro into the background and just observing, a life skill honed and perfected fro nature ht over ood time

I don’t radiate enthusiasm like some of my friends do, and I’m okay with it I don’t want to be the center of attention I don’t think ht

And that’s the crux of e to help Quinten puts ht in the middle of more than a dozen eyes, and it would be just eous blonde that disappeared inside just o

My phone chimes with a text, and I know it’s from Wren before I even look down at the screen