No One's Pov
Vivien gripped the straps of her backpack. She just wanted to get home, scrub the expensive fabric, and maybe scream into a pillow for twenty minutes.
"Mind if I walk you home?"
Vivien jumped slightly, turning to see Enzo standing there. His posture was relaxed, but there was something persistent in his gaze that made her skin crawl just a tiny bit. She knew letting him know where she lived—especially with the weird vibes she'd been getting lately- was a terrible idea.
"I can go by myself," she said, her voice a bit sharper than she intended. "Besides, it's not even late, so it's fine."
Enzo's smile stayed perfectly in place, though his head tilted slightly. "Yeah, sorry. My bad. We just met again and I'm already overstepping... sorry about that."
