Name, please?” he says, or actually, snaps; it sounded way more like a snap, like he’s in a big hurry or something.
“Um, Danika.” I nod. “Danika Kavanaugh?” I say it like a question, as though I’m looking to him to confirm my own name. I roll my eyes and shake my head. Nice to know I’m as big a dork in the UK as I was in the U.S.

Author: Alyson Noel