She's always been really pretty, but I forgot until now. She's been touched by summer, a golden tan makes her dark eyes stand out more. She's wearing a tank-top and shorts, and sunglasses are perched atop her head. She looks like a model, gorgeous but way too perfect. I don't like it. She seems untouchable.
"Hey," she says coolly to me, and she is untouchable. She's always had that stone wall when it came to emotions, and it bothered me. I'd been waiting for weeks to see her, and this indifference wasn't what I wanted. I wanted her to hug me, I wanted her to say something that showed she was capable of feeling, I wanted her to let down her damn wall.
"Hey," I say back, trying to return the nonchalance, but my voice has a deeper warmth to it that betrays me. Something flickers in her eyes then, and the ice shatters.
She moves closer to me. "I, uh," she looks away uncertainly and then her voice drops into a whisper for the last part. "I missed you."
I smile and pull her in for a hug, because I know that's the only way I'm going to get one. She's getting better at this. Someday I'm going to get past her ice princess act.
Someday, you're going to hug me first, I promise you that, Evelina.