Callum and I avoid each other the next night, even though my heart leaps at the sight of him standing by the front door outside. I purposefully parked in the back and rounded the building to come in by the front, wanting to make sure he was going to be standing outside, manning his post.
He stood there, standing tall and proud, looking resolutely forward like one of those soldiers with the funny hats standing in front of Buckingham Palace. He had his wrist clasped in his right palm, and his eyes scan the crowd, moving toward me when I breeze past the line and the people waiting to get inside, giving Derek a nod hello, and then finally dipping my chin to Callum, too.
Callum had blinked at me, his eyes tracking over my face and body until finally moving over me and back towards the crowd
