"Evan! What…are you…doing here?" She sputtered.
He didn't answer right away.
Just stood there, hands in his pockets, eyes on her like she hadn't left.
"Evan," she said again, quieter this time. "Say something."
His jaw tightened slightly. He looked down for a moment, then back at her.
"I missed you," he said.
Emma didn't move.
Her eyes stayed on him, steady now, like she was trying to read through him instead of just looking at him.
Evan shifted his weight. One hand left his pocket, then went back in again like he couldn't decide what to do with it.
"You don't get to say that," she said softly.
His brow tightened. "Why not?"
She let out a small breath, almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it.
"Because you don't just disappear… and then show up like nothing happened."
A silence hunged between them.
Evan's jaw tightened. His eyes shifted away—only for a second—like the words had landed harder than he meant to show.
