Later that afternoon Autumn sat outside sketching.
A shadow fell across her page.
Evan.
"You and Luca, huh?"
"We kissed once."
"That's how it starts."
She rolled her eyes.
"We're just figuring things out."
Evan leaned against the railing.
"You know he's trouble."
"Everyone says that."
"That's because it's true."
Before she could respond—
Another voice cut in.
"Got something to say to me directly?"
Luca.
Standing behind them.
His expression was calm.
But his eyes were sharp.