His gaze meets mine. “Who said anything about flirting? I’m just catching up with my best friend.” He shrugs innocently. “Your best friend?” I scoff. “No. You lost that title five years ago when you moved to the West Coast without so much as a goodbye. We were best friends. Now…” I look at the older version of the boy I used to know, realizing I know nothing about him anymore. “Now, we’re strangers.”
