Mavis’s Pov
A soft tapping on my window pulled me from my thoughts, and I muttered a curse under my breath. As I slowly raised my head, I nearly jumped out of my seat when I saw Michael's face pressed against the glass. The moment he noticed my disheveled state, he wasted no time reaching for the door handle and swinging my car door open.
"What do you want?" I croaked, my voice raspy and strained.
He leaned down, enveloping me in his arms, resting his chin gently on my head as he held my trembling form. "I’m so sorry. I truly am."
What was happening?
"I know you might despise me right now, but please take this," he said, slowly releasing me and extending a paper bag toward me.
I instinctively reached for it, but before I could peek inside, he continued, "You were my first girlfriend.
