Walking back out to the nurse's station, I heard that all-too-familiar voice. Looking up from the paper I was looking over, my heart sank.
There he stood with a bundle of flowers, laughing with Emma. I stopped in my tracks. I didn't know what to do. Should I turn and run, or should I act as if he was not there?
My thoughts were broken when I heard him call my name, swallowing. I walked to the desk area and made sure to stay behind it.
"Lola, "His voice stresses my name.
Be strong, be strong, I kept repeating in my head.
"What are you doing here, Dean?"
"I wanted to apologize and give you these." He holds the flowers toward me, but I don't take them. "I also wanted to see you, and I missed you. I think we should talk,"
Not moving to take the flowers, he pulled them back toward him,
