I turned back halfway toward the hallway, one hand already reaching for my locker key.
"Is Jonathan inside?" I asked, voice casual. "Near the cellar?"
The girl with the short black hair—Rina—looked up from the table she was wiping. She pointed one long red fingernail toward the ceiling. "Nope. He's on the second floor."
"Ohh. Okay. Thanks," I said, giving a small nod. I turned toward the side wall where the private elevator waited, half-hidden behind a velvet curtain.
"Hey, Ezra!"
I stopped. The blonde one—Mia—had straightened up from the bar. She was curling a strand of her long hair around her finger, head tilted just a little.
"Yes?" I asked, turning fully now, curious.
She smiled, slow and playful. "Spend some time with us as well sometimes."
I blinked once.
*What does she want from me?* The thought came quick and quiet in my head.
"Why you asking suddenly?" I said out loud, keeping my tone light.
