“Sorry, give me a minute,” I say to James and I run out of Last Words after Zac. “Zac, stop!” I shout out to him, but he was a good distance ahead.
“Isaac!” I shout again and he stops at the end of the street and turns to face me, and I catch my breath after practically running after him. I’ve never been athletic, so doing this short sprint made my heart race.
“What’s up? What are you doing?” I ask when I near him. I wrap my arms across my chest to keep out the cold.
I tried to avoid how he was already affecting my body, just with the sight of his tall, lean body. He wore a dark grey denim jacket
“What am I doing?” he rhetorically asks. “What are you doing?”
“I’m working,” I state.
“Working on what? Your relationship with James?”
I stood shocked on the sidewalk, gaping at Zac.
