Felix is leaning against his car when I step outside, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted up toward the sky like he's having a deep, serious conversation with the stars. The streetlight casts a golden halo over him, catching in the tousled mess of his blonde hair. His black leather jacket looks like it's seen a hundred wild nights and still isn't tired.
When he hears the door shut behind me, he straightens and grins like I'm exactly what he was waiting for.
"There she is," he says, opening the passenger door with an exaggerated flourish. "Stray Cat enters the scene."
I laugh softly. "You really do like calling me that, huh?"
He shrugs. "Fits you. Mysterious. A little aloof. Always looking like you've just wandered out of a poem."
I roll my eyes but can't help the way my chest warms. "You're ridiculous."
