SARAH
When Jackson caught up with me, My face reddened. Before now, we have been on good terms. It was just the tragic incident that created a distance.
While I dodged my face and avoided his stare, he teased me playfully trying to get hold of my chin but couldn't.
Though we are non-defined. Our friendship or relationship was natural. It developed slowly and I never knew we could ever be playful like this.
“No style of welcoming gesture from you.” He spoke first with a stoic countenance.
Though I didn't understand what he meant by that, I did what my brain or rather what Claire told me to. A side hug.
Bitting my index finger shyly, I chose to hear from him. “What happened?” I questioned.
Then what looked like a frown emerged on his face. Did my question anger him? I didn't mean to.
