Felicia didn’t bother using any of the doors. She had been invited after all. He was looking rather melancholy, totally worth an excuse to ruffle his hair. “Hey Bruce.”
Very few people could ruffle his hair like that and not get some form of disapproval from him in return. Luckily for her, she had made her way into that little ring of people. So all he did was look up at her and send a new text to her phone. ‘Hey Felicia.’