If You're Happy

Wuming's body froze at the sound of her voice. He waited until he heard the car leaving before he looked back over his shoulder. She was standing there under the lamppost, with her hair carefully styled with some locks in loose braids pinned to the back of her head. "Hey, Camille."

"What are you doing here?"

Wuming turned his whole body to her but he made no effort in closing the distance between the two of them. "Uh… I was just passing by."

"My house? You were passing by my house?"

He raised a hand, as he couldn't raise both, in surrender. "Hey, don't think that this is stalker-ish." He regretted the words as soon they left his mouth. "Okay, maybe this is stalker-ish. But…" he sighed and gestured to the house, not really knowing what to say next. "I just want to see how you're doing."