Incredulity furrowed Rosario's brow as Archer goddamn Goldenhawk followed Lyra into the cafe, all obnoxiously sculpted arms and artfully disheveled hair. Was he really gonna crash coffee with her best friend? Was that what was happening?
Sure enough, Archer stepped right up to the table, having no apparent regard for other people's private phone conversations. He came to a stop behind Lyra, right by Rosario's shoulder – she refused to turn and acknowledge him, but she saw his face appear in the thumbnail frame of her camera view and felt a sharp twist of irritation.
Peering over her shoulder. Staring at her mom in her Wal-Mart vest like she was some kind of novelty. For him, she probably counted as one. Asshole.
Rosario was only half-following the conversation, so it didn't register immediately that her mom's face had stilled, nor the way Carla's brow curled in a way somewhat reminiscent of Rosario when she encountered a situation she couldn't quite grasp. But then Lyra pulled Archer into the conversation, and it was impossible to miss the way the blood drained from Carla's face the moment that name was mentioned. "Archer... Goldenhawk...?"