After I clocked out a little after one-thirty, I grabbed my backpack and made my way through the store and out into the busy parking lot. It was a warm, early spring day, so I decided to walk home instead of taking the bus.
As I passed some of the tables outside the store, I heard someone call my name.
“Georgie!” a male voice said, stopping me in my tracks.
I turned and saw Ry Archibald waving at me from where he sat underneath an umbrella next to the store, having what I assumed was his lunch.
Surprised, I slowly made my way to where he sat and stood at his table. “Something I can help you with, sir?”
Ry’s brown eyes studied me before he said, “You don’t remember me, do you?”
My brow furrowed. “You seem vaguely familiar, but I can’t place you. Sorry.”
He gestured to the seat across
