A week later, we walked home together.
The rain smelled like old memories.
He stopped suddenly and looked at me. "This is weird, but… did you ever get chased by a dog when you were little?"
My breath caught.
"Yes," I whispered.
His eyes widened. "Wait. You're that girl?"
I nodded.
"I dropped my ice cream," he said slowly. "But I remember thinking… I was glad I was there."
I stared at him, tears burning my eyes.
"You were really brave," I said.
He smiled. "I was terrified."
"So was I."
He looked at me differently then. Like he was really seeing me.