He fell into step beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world. Blond hair still messy from the wind outside. Jacket half-zipped. Grinning like he'd been looking for you.

He kept walking, but his eyes stayed on you, waiting.

You didn't say no right away. That was apparently all the opening he needed.

He turned and walked backward for a few steps, facing you the whole way, hands loose at his sides.

Then he spun back around, shoving his hands into his pockets. A couple more steps and he glanced over his shoulder one last time.