Laura
“Hi Elaine.” Calling my friend's name as I jogged across the street, I found myself smiling wildly. She waved back. Not concentrating on where I was going, I walked straight into the path of an oncoming car, which honked its horn angrily. Throwing up my hands, I threw the driver an apologetic glance and froze.
The man looking at me was vaguely familiar. I had seen him around town. Blonde hair, pale blue eyes and wide set shoulders that reminded me of Oz. Military. A pang of pain cut through my chest as I stared at him. He would know Oz, and Oz had said he had spoken to his troop about me. Did the man who had almost hit me know who I was? Would he report back that he had seen me?
Like magic, two heads appeared from the back seat. One a pretty blonde who I didn’t know and one a dark
