“Michael!” I shout, when I see the man waiting for me, leaning on one picnic table, feeding some bread crumbles to the ducks.
“I’m so sorry!” I apologize when I meet him.
I freeze in surprise when he takes me in his arms, before returning his hug.
“I should be the one saying that,” Michael says to my surprise.
“What?” I pull away to see his face.
“I apologize for getting angry at you when you didn’t do anything wrong. It was wrong to do so.”
“No, you had a good reason. And you were exhausted. And they did play dirty. I’m sorry that I played a part in that, I really didn’t mean to.”
“I know, don’t worry about it.”
“I’ve got you a little something,” I say, remembering that I’m holding the little shopping bag with his bracelet.
“Really?” he looks happily confused. I hand him my ‘sorr
