"Holy crap!" Joy flopped down in the chair opposite Marla, grabbed her friend's water bottle and drank thirstily. "Thanks!"
"You're welcome." Marla raised an eyebrow. "Girl, you're practically hyperventilating. What's going on?"
Joy gave a full-body shudder. "Have you seen the new guy?"
"Not yet. Why?"
"Look, he's over there, but don't look like you're looking!"
"What is this, high school? I don't –" Marla's mouth fell open. "Holy crap!"
"I know!" Joy snuck another look and sighed.
"Who is that guy?"
"His name is Sam Wesson. All I know is he sits by Ian."
"Lucky Ian," Marla said feelingly.