“I . . . I was just . . .” I stammer, feeling my face grow hot. Jack takes a step toward me, his brow furrowed with concern. “Are you okay?” The genuine worry in his voice catches me off guard. “I’m fine,” I manage to say. “I was just . . . passing by.” It’s a weak excuse, and we both know it. Jack’s lips quirk into a small, sad smile. “Passing by, huh?” he says softly.
