Relief washes over me as I glance around and realize that everyone else has gone back to minding their own business. I suppose I'll have to get used to things like this happening; after all, I am sitting at the popular table.

“Jasmine, aren’t you going to introduce us to your gorgeous new friend? She must be pretty special if she’s sitting at our table,” said one of the guys sitting beside Dante. His skin was a deep shade of chestnut, and he had umber, clipper-cut hair. His ...