I'm pulled back when Stefan tugs on my arm, pulling me away from the boy who once again hides behind his mother. I give Stefan a look, hoping he understands that I want him to be nice to the people that he scared senseless. He gives them a smile which comes out as more of a grimace, then says "goodbye" and drags me to another empty picnic bench.
I don't bring up the weird encounter, instead, I focus on me and Stefan as I slowly lick my ice cream which is already starting to melt from the hot sun.
"Anyway, when can I open the present?"
He lets out a sigh of relief, glad that we aren't talking about the encounter. I suspect he knows who they are and he doesn't want to talk about it, but I don't want to press it. If Stefan wants to share something, he'll share it in his own time.
"You can
