Give 'em Hell-2

Maeve's P.O.V.

"Sorry, I actually don't have a phone," I murmured quietly, keeping my gaze locked on the grocery store's linoleum floor.

A heavy, familiar footstep sounded right beside me. My father. He stepped into the aisle, his sharp gaze darting between me and the preppy man. I instantly bowed my head further down. My chest seized with icy dread. Any misstep, any perceived flirtation meant