C16 Kyle

There was a man holding a sign: JORDAN. 
“Here we are,” I told Lowell. I nodded toward the driver.
She looked at me quizzically. “Why does it say your fake last name?”
“We’re trying to be incognito, right? Plus, I need to alpha this”—I pointed from me to her—“up a little bit. I gotta take the lead.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the driver. 
“I’m Evan,” the driver said