ANNIE
I was sitting on a bench in the park, watching the ducks paddle around in the pond. The sun was warm on my face as I pushed my hands into the pockets of my hoodie.
Kam had made a blip in the business section of the news. "Business Tycoon Kameron St. Pierre Returns to the Forefront", the headline read, with a few details about his injuries in the car accident. I wouldn't admit to myself that I was desperate for any news of him.
I walked away from Kameron St. Pierre but my traitorous heart was still pining for him like a silly teenager. A silly teenager who comforted herself with pints of ice cream and spicy tacos.
I sighed and stood up. It was getting dark, and I needed to get home. I had left my car parked in the lot across from the park. The parking lot was mostly empty
