Arden Finch

Kamala finally had her turn to truly blush in front of Eleanor now. Especially since most of the time her friends just sort of tolerated her hero worship. Let alone call it “cute.”

“You have to be careful when you say things like that,” Kamala joked. “Because I got about thirty years of hero facts that I’ll spill out if you even pretend to listen to me.”

She gave Eleanor’s hand a little tug. “Come on. I don’t want you going hungry.”