“Oh great, it’s you.” Cheyenne sighed derisively to hide her relief when Talyssa turned around and proved to be someone she knew. “Of course I’m real,” she huffed out and rubbed her arms in the cold, continuing her way across the courtyard.
Cheyenne almost opened her mouth to ask Talyssa how she’d appeared seemingly out of nowhere, but she didn’t want to admit that she’d been startled. Besides, if she got this girl talking, she wouldn’t stop. Cheyenne felt each of her back pockets for her phone, hoping to pretend it was ringing and put it to her ear so Talyssa wouldn’t talk to her, but the pockets were empty and her phone was back on the table with her friends. Ugh, if only she had a telepath for a friend who could sense her danger and come out to save her.
Instead she walked at a brisk pace, boots clopping, a thin green long-sleeved shirt with a wide collar that hung off one shoulder pressing snug against her frame as she braced into the wind gusts.