LIZ'S POV
When he reached us, he sat next to me not saying a word, but with a smile still on his face.
"Hey, Liz. How are you doing?"
He asked when I kept looking at him without a word. I nodded and swallowed. Every time I was with him, as close as he was, I lost my ability to think rationally and compose myself as I should. He had a tracksuit on and one of the Jordan sneakers that he no doubt had in abundance. He was the true definition of a guy who looked simple and rich and if I was not being biased, he looked really classy too.
"I'm okay. I didn't think you would be coming to see the match. It's good to see you, really."
I heard myself say. The words were rolling out just the way I loved it to be. I was going to have a normal conversation with him and just smile without my mind wa
