I wish I could see Lou’s face. She’s always been expressive, and I’d give my left nut to know what she’s talking about right now.
So, go find out.
I take one step forward when my path is suddenly blocked by Mr. Olson.
His features are pulled tight, and I don’t know if he’s pissed about me staring at Elouise or if I somehow screwed up his precious timeline. But whatever this look is that he’s giving me, it isn’t working.
I’m not going to be intimidated by some polo-wearing prick with a clipboard, so I continue to hold his stare until he shifts uncomfortably and glances.
“Everyone is ready, if you are, Mr. Stoleman.”
“Alright,” I watch as he moves next to me, his eyes going to Elouise’s back, same as mine were.
Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?
I stand a little taller. I don’t mind a little competition because I never lose.