The young man was looking down and speaking to Clara Grant. Clara was smiling back at him, seemingly listening intently.
Seth Quinn frowned. He strode over on his long legs, reaching them in just a few steps.
"...I can tell you're a student, just like me. What school do you go to? What year are you? You must be a freshman like me, right? ...Are you here to see a movie by yourself? Why don't we go together? We could keep each other company."
The guy spoke rather quickly, his tone a little timid. 'He must have summoned all his courage just to come over and hit on me,' Clara thought.
Clara smiled politely and was just about to gently turn him down when her arm was suddenly yanked, pulling her into an embrace.
She gave a small gasp of surprise but wasn't afraid. She knew, without even having to think about it, that the person holding her was Seth Quinn.
'That familiar scent and this domineering, forceful move... Who else could it be?'
