Lily's heart leaped into her throat when she saw that James was already there, leaning back against the wall of the alley. He was looking fit (what?!), and tan in a way that Lily could never achieve--all that happened when she stayed in the sun was that her shoulders would freckle, or she would burn like a lobster. His hair was hanging in his eyes; as she watched, he ran a hand through it, and Lily wanted to laugh. Even when he wasn't trying to impress any girls, he still had his hands in his hair all the time.
"Hey, James," she called, waving and pushing hormone-driven thoughts out of her head as she walked up.