"Hey.” It comes out more like a mumble as I land my gaze anywhere but him. I lift my hand and rub the back of my neck, unaware of what to do or say next. “Um.."
I awkwardly stand there as he comes closer, features forced to show a smile.
Because I can tell that smile he's giving me isn't a real one. He’ll bring up his birthday for sure. I internally wince at the thought. Maybe trying to avoid him was a bad idea. If Lara knew what I had been up to, she would have already smacked me across the head. I do have my times when I come up with very bad decisions. It’s something that even I will admit. And running away every time I see Mark- is one of those bad choices.
"Hey." He rasps out when he finally stops in front of me. Even if that smile is suppose to actually be a frown, he still spor
