Carlos shook it, looking a little nervous. “Nice to meet you as well,” he said politely.
“Are the two of you heading home for the night?” Fiona asked.
“That’s what we were just discussing,” I replied. “What about you?”
“Still trying to make up our minds,” she said.
I glanced at Alexander, then back at Fiona. “Well, I feel a little more inclined to make it a late night if we’re not the only ones. Maybe the four of us could find a midnight snack somewhere?”
“That sounds great,” Fiona said, her smile broadening.
“If that’s what you want,” Alexander said kindly, his gaze softening as he looked at me.
Carlos nodded, though he still seemed a bit uneasy. I couldn’t blame him—Alexander had a naturally intimidating presence, especially to those who didn’t know him well.
