Arya’s POV

My heart raced as the pair of legs kept standing without saying a word. What was this? I grabbed a broom thingy leaning on the wall. I glanced at the door and cursed. If only I was fast enough. Suddenly, those legs moved, and I raised an eyebrow. Hey, that seemed familiar.

“Chase,” I whispered. He finally came out of one of the toilet stalls. He was going through his phone and had a drink in his other hand. Was he drunk?

“Please don’t stop on my account,” Chase muttered, and when he looked up at me, he had a wide smile on his face. I thought as...