At the sound of his name, his head whipped around and he searched the area. The red was pretty bloody hard to miss, so he sucked in a breath and stood stock still. No chance to avoid the meeting now. While he hadn't been avoiding Lily per se, he didn't know what he could possibly say to her now that he'd confessed blatantly in their journal conversation, so he decided to give her time to mull it over. At least that's what he said to convince himself.
Did she send me that owl? he wondered, thinking that perhaps he'd underestimated her cunning.
"Oi, it's me!" he finally called back, proud of himself for not letting his voice waver. He still stood in his spot, fidgeting a bit as he took off the cloak and tucked it back into his pocket. He needed this moment to decide what he would say to her.
Sorry, I was going mental. I mean, you were hurt; I wanted you to feel better. Er, Lily, you're so gorgeous that I couldn't help myself; you understand, I'm sure? Each one of those options sounded ridiculous. He'd never been caught so off-guard before. Where was the normally suave and charming James Potter? His hand unconsciously went up to his hair and tugged on the strands, tousling them in his usual fashion without even realising it.
Taking a few deep breaths, he finally felt his feet move. They brought him closer to Lily to meet her halfway. He put on his best face and offered her a self-confident smile, trying not to let her see what he was really thinking. "All right there? Fancied a stroll on the Pitch, did you?"