Standing, she tugged Evan’s shirt. “Good luck finding it, jerk.”
“You’re the jerk,” he muttered, but he said it low enough so she wouldn’t overhear. He didn’t need any more of her snark.
As she walked away, Evan in tow, Jake put his tray back on the table. He’d find out who the guy was sooner or later. He’d seen her smirk. No way she could hold out on him much longer.
* * * *
Holly’s last class was a lecture that ended at seven in the evening. Jake waited for her on a bench outside the science building, checking the photos uploaded to his cloud account. He shouldhave been playing with his iPhone, maybe another level of Angry Birds or something, but until he got it back, he’d have to drag the MacBook around everywhere. There were no new images in his account that he didn’t recognize, so he flipped through the ones he’d taken at the club Friday night to see if they would jog his memory about the guy Holly knew.