「Saturday.」
Dean Morgan took the cake Leigh Miles had made with her own hands—after he'd added plenty of his own special ingredients—and went to the movie theater where the boy was supposed to meet her.
The boy from the other day was standing at the entrance, waiting for Leigh Miles.
He was tall and lanky, wearing a pair of headphones.
One hand was tucked in his pocket, the other holding his phone.
Nearby, quite a few girls were surreptitiously taking photos of him.
He was clearly the campus heartthrob type that all the girls adored.
It was the same approach Mr. C had tried when he went after Luna Jennings a while back.
Dean Morgan straightened his posture, carrying the cake box as he walked over.
He reached out and tapped the boy on the shoulder.
"You're James Archer?"
The boy jumped, startled, and looked up at him.
The man before him was sharply dressed in a suit, his face stern and unsmiling.
He didn't look like someone to mess with.
"Yes. And you are…?"
