Windsor's POV
The blonde girl huffed in annoyance, pulling away from Gideon. "Seriously? You're going to keep me waiting for some lost freshman?"
"Actually, yes." Gideon straightened his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. "You can go."
"Are you kidding me right now?" She crossed her arms, glaring at both of us. "I've been waiting for ages."
"And now you can wait somewhere else." His tone was dismissive, clinical. "I'll message you when I'm available again."
The girl's face flushed with anger, but she grabbed her bag without another word. She shouldered past me roughly on her way out, muttering something under her breath that I couldn't quite catch.
The door slammed behind her, leaving me alone with Gideon in the empty hallway.
My heart was still racing from nearly running into Weston, and now this. I pressed my back harder against the wall, wishing I could disappear through it.
"I'm not on any waitlist," I managed to say. "I was just looking for a bathroom and got lost."
