What’s your name?” I ask again. 	“Chris,” he says. “Chris Young.” 	I exhale dramatically, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. 	“I can take you,” I reply. “But if you try anything, I’ll shoot you right between the eyes. Seriously.” 	He almost smiles.	“Yes, ma’am.
Summer Lane, State of Emergency
dystopian, new-adult, romance, young-adult