"What are you doing here?" Birdy asked as she slowly recovered from the shock of seeing Dale on her doorstep.
"Can I come in?" Dale asked in a slightly desperate tone, his expression somber.
"Why don't you tell me why you're here first?" Birdy said firmly as she moved to further block the entryway.
A look of surprise flashed across Dale's face before he frowned in displeasure. "I'm here to talk to you."
"We don't have anything to talk about," Birdy answered, her voice cold.
"Please," Dale asked in a vulnerable tone. "Just give me a few minutes and then I'll get out of your hair."
Birdy hesitated for a minute, wondering if it was wise to give him an opportunity to talk. She hadn't thought about Dale in a few weeks and she was unprepared for how seeing him was affecting her. All the hi
