[ Foolishly, she'd expected an apology right out of the gate. She'd been ready to bat it down, to react indignantly that no simple I'm sorry could undo what he'd helped to start. Where she had been passive with Emily and the others, all the outrage at what became of her life, what was born out of the prank, funnels into the way she looks at Mike now, into the way she stands, frozen.
'Don't fucking move a muscle.' ]
I can't - [ She begins abruptly, but she can believe it, because he is still that guy. ] Are you making small talk right now?
[ Despite herself, she realizes that she's still in that top, in the shirt he'd loved so much that night, or so he'd written. Hannah twitches slightly, mind working overtime, torn between... so many different things that she wants to do and say. ]
You think you can just show up here and talk to me like nothing happened? [ She finally demands, eyes blazing. ]
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'Don't fucking move a muscle.' ]
I can't - [ She begins abruptly, but she can believe it, because he is still that guy. ] Are you making small talk right now?
[ Despite herself, she realizes that she's still in that top, in the shirt he'd loved so much that night, or so he'd written. Hannah twitches slightly, mind working overtime, torn between... so many different things that she wants to do and say. ]
You think you can just show up here and talk to me like nothing happened? [ She finally demands, eyes blazing. ]