CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX RISKY STRATEGIES

JADE’S POV “Order for Miss Thomas." "Here,” I answer, getting up from the cushion to take my drink. “Thank you,” I say to the guy who looks at me for a second too long as I collect my drink from the counter, but I don't dwell on it for more than a second as I turn and leave the cafe and head back to the building, but I don't go in; that wasn't part of the plan I had so carefully crafted. Since we were done for today, I would wait here for him to come out, and then I would hand him this amazing cup of iced white mocha with caramel and salted cold foam—his favorite—and then I would be in his good graces again. I just ordered creamy hot chocolate for myself, since I needed the most energy today of all days. I could also end up waiting here for a while, since a lot of people were probably hounding him for playing a good game by now, but it was fine with me. Groups of people emerge from the auditorium, but as anticipated, he is nowhere in sight. Even the girls come out, and we say our