HANNAH
“You know me?” I asked, unsure if he meant that in a good or bad way.
Judging by his grin, I figured it leaned toward the former.
“Of course,” he said. “You’re quite popular, you know? Hannah Baker, the White Wolf. It’s good to finally meet you in person. A pleasure, really. By the way, I’m Devin. One of the new students here for final exams.”
“Nice to meet you, Devin,” I said.
He kept looking at me expectantly. It took me a second to realize why—his hand was outstretched between us.
I returned his smile and shook it, but the moment he held on a little too long, I pulled my hand back.
“You’re even more impressive in person, if you don’t mind me saying so,” he added, sweeping back his brown curls in a way that suggested he thought I should be impressed by that too.
“Thanks,”
