I walked up to him, my smile growing wider with every step I took closer. "Good morning, Mr. Cross," I greeted warmly.
He stretched out his hand, offering a handshake, and I gladly accepted it. "Morning," he replied, flashing me his usual sweet smile.
"Hope you're doing fine," he asked, the concern in his voice impossible to miss.
I nodded repeatedly, almost like a little child.
"Great…." he was still speaking when a cold, unfriendly voice cut sharply from behind us.
"Save your greetings. You can do that later," Xavier said, still leaning against the car with a completely nonchalant expression.
Mr. Cross chuckled softly before leaning closer and whispering, "Someone's getting jealous," and I couldn't help the blush that crept onto my cheeks.
"See you around," he said, turning to leave, but I stopped him.
"Aren't you coming along?" I asked, silently hoping he would say yes. The thought of riding alone with Xavier was enough to send my blood pressure through the roof.
