There had only been one person who had called me Anna, and it was my beloved grandfather who’d passed away a few years ago. Gramps had been the only person to actually care about me, to have made me feel special about myself.
So, it was completely understandable that when Alex called me ‘Anna’ in that moment, I was bowled over. So much that he knocked me down with his next move, and I wasn’t even aware that I was gracelessly sprawled to the ground.
“Hey! Are you alright?” he bent over me with his face frowned in concern, and I was too mortified with my emotions all over the place to respond. I buried my face in my hands to hide my predicament.
“I’m fine,” I muttered, my voice sounding like I had just swallowed a mouthful of marshmallow.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to knock you down,” he
