Or at least, they used to be.
Sipping on her soda, Lisa’s eyes drifted to Wesley’s own and paused. Wes waved, timidly. He half expected Lisa to turn away, but she accepted the wave with a graceful smile. It was the kind of smile that eased the tension in Wes’s chest, even by a little. While normally, Wes would take it as an invitation to trot up for a quick hello, the sting of Saturday’s party was enough to keep him where he was, and he instead returned to his job sweeping up popcorn. He was just shoveling it into the trash when he noticed that he wasn’t alone.
“Hi,” said Lisa kindly.
“Oh. Hey.” Wes dumped the popcorn into the trash and snapped the dustpan onto the broom. “Fancy meeting you here. You stalking me, Lese?”
Lisa’s smile sobered a bit and she glanced to her left. “Just want
