people at school, I’ve known since middle school. Are you new?”
“I’m not new. I moved here before last school year. We were in a class together
last year,” Casey said, raising an eyebrow.
William blinked. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten someone with eyes like hers.
“Really?”
“We definitely were. But I won’t hold it against you. It was first period. Mister
Carlson’s class. You mostly slept through it. That man’s lectures could put anyone
to sleep.”
“I don’t even remember having that class,” William admitted.
“Or maybe,” Casey said. “I’m a femme fatale sent to seduce you, Mister Bond.”
“Well, I haven’t fallen for your trap yet,” William said, trying not to burst out
in laughter.
“So where are these great pancakes?” she asked.
“There’s a diner my family goes to at least once a month. Cooper’s. Trust me, they
have an amazing breakfast menu.”
“I don’t know you well enough to trust you on pancakes yet, Will,” Casey said. “But
if they’re delicious, I might start to.”
“Don’t worry,” he told her.
They pulled into Cooper’s Diner. With only two cars in the entire parking lot,
Casey appeared unimpressed.
“You sure I shouldn’t worry?”
“Positive,” he said.
After being seated, the owner took their drink orders and left to fill them.
“Well, Mister Bond,” she said in a flawless Russian accent. “Now that we have
ordered drinks, you are stuck here with me. You cannot just leave. It will take