"The first time I saw him, I thought he was you," she said, shaking her head. "We were at a bar and I caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye and my whole body lit up, Tryson . You said being near me was like a drug for you? I get that. I mean… sometimes I would just stare at him, trying to get that feeling back."
Tryson started to smile, then it turned into a deep frown. She'd been looking for him. That was awesome. And also terrifying.
"He's nothing like me," he said emphatically.
She shrugged. "I could ignore that for a while. I was supposed to be getting over you. It seemed like a good middle step. Of course, I hadn't seen you in five years. He's more like the Tryson of five years ago. Now you're… this," she said dryly, flapping a hand to indicate him from his knees to his
