Nash had already seen a lot of weird reactions to him. Girls who blushed, guys who looked down to avoid his gaze, kids who screamed his name... but never anyone who looked at him like he'd just stepped out of a dimensional portal with a laser dildo.
The girl sitting on the step had her mouth open, red eyes, wet cheeks, and her notebook clutched so tightly against her chest it was probably crushing her ribs. She wasn't moving anymore, barely breathing, then in short, faster and faster bursts, like an engine about to stall.
