When I was a few yards from him, he stopped and stood tall, stretching his back. Though he was covered up to ward off the chill, my eyes couldn’t help but admire the way the old pair of Levis snugly fit his frame. Turning, he spotted me almost upon him and smiled. My breath caught. That smile was unexpected. It seemed genuine and didn’t look like he was about to tease me or— “Morning, Celery Stick.”
