A subtle knot of confusion tightened Alvin Rodney's brow as he was suddenly yanked through the heavy glass doors of the coffee shop. The sharp, aromatic scent of roasted espresso beans faded in an instant, replaced by the muggy midday heat of the city street.
"What on earth is going on, Sarah?" Alvin asked, his voice laced with mild bewilderment as his long strides struggled to match her hurried pace.
"Just follow me. Please," Sarah muttered urgently under her breath.
She kept her eyes glued strictly ahead, refusing to elaborate. She could feel it in the small of her back—the burning, razor-sharp gazes of Julie and the rest of the college clique tracking her every move through the shop's front window. Alvin threw a glance over his shoulder, but the dark tint of the glass obscuring the interior left him entirely in the dark about who, exactly, she was fleeing from.
