"Hey," he greeted her quietly, his hands shoved in his pockets.
He looked like a little kid who wasn't sure if he would be welcomed, and that honestly kind of broke her heart. No matter how she felt about him, she wouldn't treat him the way his parents had.
"Hey," she answered back. The words felt foreign to her. They were the first words she'd spoken to him, voluntarily, in months.
"I'm sorry I ambushed you at their house the other night; I knew you wouldn't see me if I asked you too." He pulled his hands out of his pockets and ran them along the shaved sides of his head.
Him, apologizing? Hell had frozen over for sure. "You're right," she answered. "I wouldn't have seen you; I would have run as far as I could in the other direction, to be honest."
"I deserve that." He rocked back on
