He quickly paused the video and scurried to the door, pressing his ear to the wood. She had a camera slung over one shoulder, as if she might turn the whole thing into a documentary if it amused her enough. Jake felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, his mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen next. “At least for now.”
With a final wave, Ava slowly pulled away from the driveway. She took one look at his bowtie, smirked, and said, “You’re too weird not to bring inside, come on.”
Mylah twirled her way toward Omar Patel, a soft-spoken boy with big brown eyes, a passion for coding, and a gentle demeanor. The boys hesitated, stunned, then shuffled away from the house, their shoulders sagging under the weight of rejection.
