“Hey.”
Thom squealed a sound a little too close to pig-like for his comfort and spun on his heel to face Justin. “I was just coming over there,” Thom said. He swallowed and corrected. “Here. I was just coming over here.”
He was standing on Justin’s front porch, but to the far end of it, trying to appear casual and as if it wasn’t weird to find your neighbour standing ten feet away from your front door and all but cowering in the corner. He’d almost made it—almost found enough courage to push himself at the front door and knock—when he’d been caught instead. No doubt given away by his own shadow through the front window.
“You mean, you were already over here and just coming to knock? I getcha.” Justin said, seeming to completely ignore where Thom was standing. “Hi! What’s up?”
“It’s Fri
