The Knucklehead Bar & Grill always got a lot of foot traffic on Friday nights, and so it was always abnormally crowded. Butâ it also had the best burgers in the area, and it had been what Josephine had been craving. She popped a fry into her mouth, watching the people around her before reaching out and muttering a quick spell as she touched an abandoned handbagâ bare arms, lips on necks, the bathrooms in the freshman dormsâ Josephine quickly retracted her hand. A freshmanâs handbag. She crinkled her nose in disgust. She had not wanted to see that.
She locked eyes with another student, and after a moment she slowly removed her feet from the chair near her. Her gaze flickered from the other person to the now vacant chair, back up to the other person. âThe chair is yours, if you need it.â















