"Hi," Nick replied awkwardly. For some reason, he didn't picture Boyd to look like this. Everyone was always older in his head. More mature. She looked young, but worn down. Pretty, though, a pretty that Nick itched to draw the smile she had on her face.
He gave her an imitation of a smile back, as if he didn't know how to tug his mouth up in the expression. Over his shoulder was the ghastly haunt of a middle-aged woman who hung close against his back.