Violet | After
"Who was that?" Scott asks me as we walk into the kitchen.
"A friend," I reply. "Do you want something to eat or drink?"
"I'm fine," he says. "He's an attractive friend."
"He's also recently broken up with a girl I'm told he was crazy about and a total mess," I say bluntly. "Why are you here, Scott?"
"To see you. Isn't that obvious?"
"You haven't called or texted for weeks and you show up here out of the blue," I point out. "And how did you even get the address? I didn't give it to you. I didn't get it myself until I was at school."
"I called your sister. And technically, I'm on a business trip with my dad. Today's my last day and I thought I'd come see you," he says. "Don't be so surprised, Vi. I wanted to call, but I didn't think it was the right time. I wanted to give you space."
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