DON’T STOP
He looked up at my window, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun, the other holding another small pebble ready to throw.
“I can see you,” he called, grinning.
I ducked back a little, annoyed and embarrassed. My face probably looked terrible — puffy eyes, red nose, tear-streaked cheeks. I didn’t want anyone seeing me like this, especially not him.
“What do you want?” I called back, keeping my voice low so it wouldn’t carry too far.
“Work was canceled today,” he said. “Thought maybe you’d want to have a little fun with me. We could stroll around town. Get some ice cream. Just chill.”