**Olivia POV

I saw Jesse approaching us with a friendly smile. I tightened my hand around my clutch purse and fidgeted uncomfortably.

“Good evening, Miss Richardson,” he greeted, smirking and bowing his head. It made it seem like we knew each other a lot better than we did. “And who is this?” He eyed Paul curiously.

“This is Paul, we go to school together,” I introduced quickly, hoping that would make this less suspicious. “Paul, this is Jesse, he owns this ...