"I'm very sorry," Elena started saying.
But the man interrupted her. "Elena? Elena Vitale, is that you?"
Elena squinted as she tried to place this man in her mind. But no, she hadn't met anyone like him recently. Yet there was something familiar about his dirty blonde hair and brown eyes...
The man only smiled. "It's me, Joshua Millers. We went to school together? You totally saved my butt on our science project for Mr. Ford's class?"
Elena gasped. "Oh my gosh, Joshua. Hi, what are you doing here?"
How many hours had Elena spent mapping out his freckles during boring lectures? How many times had she taken the long route to her classes, just so she could pass by his locker? And yet Elena hadn't recognized the mop of hair she had fantasized about playing with during all of middle school
