After twisting off the cap, I took a long refreshing drink of the icy water, a relief from the heat of the club.
And then moved once more.
Harry still leaned against the wall near a trash can, and I turned the bottle cap over between my fingers as I got closer, watching the crowd weave in and out between us. A girl with pink hair obscured him for a moment, and then a guy with a mohawk moved in my way next. I waited until my path cleared, until no one stood between him and me.
Margot would’ve called me devious.
Honestly, it kind of felt as if I were a super-spy on a stakeout.
Crap, that sounded creepy.
When I was six feet away, the bottle cap slipped from my fingertips.
It bounced away from me, knocking noiselessly against the ground. I lost it for a moment, the opaque lid blending in with the shadows, and then finally found where it came to rest. The momentum was better than I thought it’d be.
Fingers were already curling around it, and when I traced the arm up to find a face, Harry gazed back at me.
Gosh, even from here I could see their color. So freaking blue. Like the waters in the Caribbean or something. For a moment, it left me a bit dazzled, Destelle’s personality breaking through.
With an inward smile, I thought, Hook, line, sinker.
“Not sure how sanitary that is now,” I called over the music to him, stepping closer into his bubble of space. I kept my gaze laser-focused on the cap in his hand, shrugging on a shawl of nonchalance. “After rolling around on the floor, I mean. But thanks.”
“Yeah, probably shouldn’t put it back on your drink,” Harry agreed, and I looked to find his full lips curved into a half smile. His fingers brushed against my palm as he dropped the cap into it, and I curled my hand, pressing the plastic into my skin. “I recognize you.”
I jolted. “Uh, you do?”
“You come into Crushed Beanz,” he said. “You listen to us play.”
I hadn’t planned on him recognizing me. Great. Did he think I was some creepy fangirl? Then again, I had devised a plan to get his attention. Though, maybe he was the creepy one for recognizing me. We’d never spoken before, and yet he recognized my face? Maybe he was the creepy super-spy.
Either way, it was super flattering. He noticed me.