KATY’S POV
I weave my way through the crowd just as Braydon comes back, holding two red solo cups. I arch a brow at him because I specifically asked for water, and I have a feeling what he’s carrying isn’t.
He hands me one cup, and when I glance inside, the liquid is clear. I squint up at him.
“It’s water,” he says under his breath, leaning close so only I can hear. “Poured it into the cup so you look cooler.”
A little laugh escapes me, and I shake my head. Funny thing is, he’s right. If everyone else is chugging beer and I’m standing around with a plastic water bottle, I’d look like the designated party pooper of the century. But this way, I blend in and I’m grateful he even thought of it.
“Wanna sit?” he asks, already looking around.
“Yeah,” I sigh, taking a sip. “My legs are start
