"Who are they?" Nathan Lewis asked, looking over Shane's head and down the main hall as the first service let out.
Shane turned and saw the two new guys who had been spending a lot of time with Dr. Morgan the last few days. He hadn't met them yet, and he decided it might be good to welcome them to Tabor Christian. Then he realized that dark head in between the two tall blonds, that barely reached their shoulders, was Bekka's.
Worse, she was laughing and walking arm-in-arm with them. Both of them.
"Hey!" Bekka waved, gesturing for Nathan and Shane to come over. "Just the two I was looking for." She led her two tall charges toward them.
Shane realized too late that Bekka had seen him. That meant he couldn't pretend he hadn't seen her. He followed Nathan, calling himself a dozen names for wimp.
"I'll believe that when I see it," Nathan said when the two groups met. "Do you guys need rescuing?"
The two blonds stared at him a moment, then Bekka cracked up and they grinned. Shane managed to nod and grunt a greeting when she introduced the McGregor cousins. He didn't feel any better when Bekka explained she wanted the cousins to meet some of the guys at church. And when she asked if he and Nathan could help her get a gang of the Singles together to go out after church, Shane felt even worse. He had to work, after all.
"They're in the theater department," Bekka said, when Shane excused himself to head back to his place to change clothes and get his homework before he headed over to work. "Look for Shane around the scene shop. He's always wearing that hat. I swear, it's sewn to the top of his head."
Shane felt some of that leaden pressure leave his chest. Bekka noticed!
"Buck Jones," one of the cousins said -- Shane couldn't be bothered to tell them apart.
"Red eye," Bekka said, twisting her voice into a Western drawl. The cousins cracked up.
"I don't get it," Nathan said, grinning anyway.
"Lines from an old Bill Cosby album." She shook her head. "Forget it. You had to be there."
"Bekka's been an angel," the other cousin said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He barely had to lift an arm to do it. "She's been helping us get settled, find our way around town and campus, and in return we've been torturing her with our antique record collection."
"Torture, nothing," she said with a snort and dug him in the ribs with her elbow. "These guys have the most incredible old-time radio show collection. Oh, I have a great idea. Move the party to your place, instead of going to a restaurant."
"Yeah, you guys have fun," Shane said, and backed away. He couldn't seem to pull his gaze away from that arm draped casually around Bekka like it belonged there. "Gotta go to work."