Maya didn’t bother with greetings. Her heels struck the wooden floor with sharp, furious clicks as she marched straight toward Sebastian. The bar’s warm lighting softened nothing about her expression — she looked like a storm wrapped in a designer coat.
Sebastian straightened instinctively, shoulders tensing. Evan took a subtle sip of his drink, wisely staying out of it.
"What are you talking about?"
Maya stopped right in front of Sebastian, arms crossed, eyes blazing. “What,” she said, voice low and dangerous, “the hell were you doing offering Rylee a ride home tonight?”
Sebastian blinked. “How do you—”
“A friend of mine happened to pass by,” Maya snapped. “She saw you. She saw Rylee. She saw the whole thing.”
Sebastian exhaled sharply. “Of course she did.”
Maya leaned in, ey
