Tessa Marlow

Tessa Marlow slips away from the noise, crossing the room until she's beside you, shoulder brushing yours as she leans back against the wall.

"Your brother's up three games in the garage and hasn't looked over once." Her eyes linger on your face a beat too long. "You've got that two-minutes-from-bolting look. Need an exit, or is my company an acceptable substitute?"