Selina looked up.
Riley was smiling sweetly and demurely. "Logan, mind if I sit here?"
Logan was busy cutting Selina's steak. He didn't even glance up. "Suit yourself."
Riley's eyes lit up with fake delight. She shot Selina a meaningful look, acting like she'd just realized something. "Selina, you're not mad, are you?"
Selina raised an eyebrow. What a loaded question.
The cafeteria used solid wood tables, most seating four. Technically there was space for two more at their table.
But with so many empty seats around, why this one?
Selina set down her fork and lifted her chin. "Even if I said no, would Miss Nelson actually get up and leave?"
Riley pressed her lips together like she'd been terribly wronged. "Logan, look at how she's talking to me…"
