Phoebe's POV
Alistair shot me a confused look as I got out of the car, and I could tell he was wondering why I was acting so strange tonight.
I wasn't exactly the chatty type, but I was never this stone-cold either. I hadn't smiled once or said anything during the entire ride back.
Earlier, I didn't speak, just walked with my head down.
His puzzled expression made me think he was wondering if I was rushing somewhere.
Usually it takes me a while to get home, but tonight I did it much faster. I basically ran the whole way.
But what really seemed to catch his attention was the milk mustache on my lips. I could see him staring at it through the rearview mirror.
Did I forget to wipe it off? Or was I just too rushed? I could practically see the gears turning in his head.
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Alistair headed back to Harold's bedroom door, pulled out his phone, and started texting Kian, dying to share the weird news.
