Rose stopped when she saw the blur of green. He was standing before her suddenly. She smiled a small, confident sort of smile. It was the sort of smile she put on around boys. But it was soft at the edges. Because she actually cared about Gar more than she did the boys at school.
"Hello, Gar." Her arms were crossed over her chest. "How are you?" She was playing hard to get. It was fun. And the alternative was to go into the play and why she'd shown up again. She'd rather put that off. Or not deal withit at all. Not that that was going to happen.