I didn't expect that.
Luca Hayes does not seem like the type of person who gets nervous.
About anything.
But the way he said it—
Quiet.
Honest.
It makes my chest tighten.
"You?" I say.
"Nervous?"
"Hard to believe."
He smirks slightly.
"You're unpredictable."
"That's a compliment."
"It is."
For a moment we just stand there.
Looking at each other.
And then—
The stairwell door swings open.
Evan walks in.
He stops immediately.
His eyes move between Luca and me.
And his expression hardens.
"Well," he says.
"This explains a lot."