He was leaning against a wall across the way looking just as bored as I felt. Tall and dark-haired and sort of rumpled, but in a cute way, wearing faded jeans and a concert T-shirt. He was drumming on his knees and nodding rhythmically as if hearing music in his head—a musician, maybe?
I felt a weird little rush. Like all the blood in my entire body suddenly decided it needed to be somewhere else
in my body. And then there was my head. There was some pinging going on up there. I’m not sure how else to describe it. Just … pinging.
“Check it out,” I whispered, more to myself than...