Dakota’s POV
I nibbled on my lip nervously as I peered up at the blonde guy who towered over me. I was already second guessing my decision to approach him. He had said he wanted to be friends. That is what friends do, right? They stop and talk to each other when they see them around?
Maybe I should have just kept walking, pretended I didn’t see him, maybe we weren’t at the approaching each other randomly stage, more at the talking when we bump into each other stage?
Declan was staring down at me looking worried, and . . .was he blushing?
‘Uhh hi!’ he squeaked before clearing his throat, his eyes widening. What the hell? Did he have a sore throat or something? Is that why he sounds like that?
‘Uh . .I mean, hey! Hi! Fancy seeing you here’ he continued nervously, his voice back to norma
