STELLA's POV
I wrapped the thick shawl around my shoulders, peering down the window, down to the parking lot where a black Sedan sat proudly. I looked away from it, into a dark alleyway that somehow felt dangerous and a normal person would not venture into. Right there, in that dark and dangerous alleyway that was meant for thieves and kidnappers and rapists and maybe worse, was where he sat, the white-haired boy, sorry man. I would be a fool to mistake that for a boy. From the boy I knew, or the one I thought I knew.
It might not be him, I thought; even though my mind told me I was just trying to deny the truth in front of me. It WAS him. I just was not sure if he knew me or not. I was not sure how to act around him.
I watched him subtly as I stood near the window, praising myself for
