Nothing to Do With You

Those angry, familiar shouts rang out.

Clara turned and saw Felix with his crew, pushing hard against the line of Rafe's bodyguards.

Both sides were hurling insults and shoving each other, looking like they'd throw punches if anyone said the wrong word.

Just as Clara looked his way, Felix was staring back at her, his eyes full of worry and nerves.

Even with the crowd between them, their eyes met.