“Are you headed to town?”
“Yeah. My mum sent me on an errand.” He lowered his voice as he looked at his feet.
The conversation came to an abrupt halt. Having recomposed herself, Sandra studied the awkward teen. She recalled him as being the odd one out in her class. Isolated and an outcast. With his demeanor, she presumed the others picked on him too.
Outside of class, he was even more of a sloppy dresser, with a sweat pants and tee that had a small stain. She guessed he wasn’t the kind to care about appearances either way. Noticing him shuffle from one foot to another, she followed his gaze to her exposed thighs. Instinctively, she took a step back and slung her bag to the front to cover a little of her skin.
“Hey.” She brought his attention back to her face. “I guess you need to make a move?”