“I’ll go first. I’m Kooky Kara.” She tipped an imaginary hat, then pointed to the farthest student on the opposite side. “Now you.”
The students went one by one, some announcing themselves quietly, others with laughter. Slowly, the mood in the theater relaxed. When the introductions reached the inattentive student nearest the door, he was still buried in his phone. His turn to introduce himself was met with silence.
Kara cleared her throat. “Excuse me?”
The man snapped his head up, sky blue eyes searing through her. He had the face of a Gucci model, pure angles and square jaw. This had to be Mr. Gorgeous Lexie had pointed out. Confusion clung to his face as he looked around as though he’d just noticed he was here. “Yes?”
“Excuse me. I had a bit of an emergency back home.” A soft British accent shone through his baritone, softening the edge of Kara’s annoyance.
“We’re introducing ourselves,” she said firmly. Don’t be swayed by the accent. But British accents were so hot.
“Ah, yes. Kooky Kara.” He offered a grin, one that made her heart skip a beat. So he had heard something. “Massive apologies. I’m Gregarious Gregor.” He sent an exaggerated wink her way. She fought to keep her face stony.
Almost immediately, Gregor buried himself in his phone again. And maybe she was peeking at him a bit more than needed. But Lexie had been right. The man was hot. It was hard to look away. He should have called himself Gorgeous Gregor.
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