The cool night air hit us the moment we stepped out of the restaurant, but it did nothing to sober Alina up. If anything, the sudden drop in temperature made her grip tighten against me.
The team had dispersed in a flurry of drunken giggles and bows that were a little too low. Shaun had stumbled into a cab with Sabrina, and Leila had promised to get a very wobbly Cammy home safely. I had a bad feeling about those two.
Zoey lingered for a second, her eyes searching mine with a knowing look I wasn't ready to decipher, before she too disappeared into the night.
Now, it was just me and Alina.
Her weight settled warmly against my side. Her stern composure had slipped away, replaced by a stubborn, childlike persistence I was familiar with but without teasing.
I sighed and tried to guide Alina toward the sidewalk bench, a flicker of irritation rising through my own lightheaded haze.
