Sara’s POV
Louis’s smile faltered slightly. His usual bubbly energy dimmed, and for a brief second, his eyes softened. They just stared at each other like there was some secret between them I wasn’t supposed to see.
Then, as quickly as it started, it ended. Archer said something to Roman, and they kept walking.
Louis blinked, straightened his shirt, and cleared his throat. “Well. That was… something.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You want to tell me what that something was?”
He looked away, pretending to study a locker. “What? Nothing happened.”
“Uh-huh. So we’re just going to ignore the fact that Roman was basically eye-communicating with you like you were the last slice of cake at a party?”
He groaned. “Sara, please. It’s complicated.”
“Complicated?” I echoed, crossing my arms. “Louis—”
