The last person I'd expected to see was Kayden, on a bike. Crying at the flickering lamppost had to be the most dramatic thing I'd done in a while. My mind had genuinely thought I was invisible to everyone in that moment.
My cheeks tinted from embarrassment, as I pulled strands of my hair from my forehead that had gotten into my face while I cried. I wiped my tears while maintaining a bit of composure.
"How did you find me?" I asked as I shoved my hands into the pocket of my jeans.
"Bold of you to assume I was looking for you," he said. "Was driving through the streets and saw a girl slouched against the lamppost, then wondered if a good fuck would cheer her up."
My face contorted into a scowl. "Why do you have to make everything sexual? Why not just…live?"
"I'm living my best life,' he cocked his head. "You don't seem to be living yours."
