If only he could have missed the whole reunion altogether, Brandon thought as he walked toward his car. He’d seen dozens of familiar faces, and not one of them had recognized him. Brandon hadn’t bothered to remind them who he was, but it made him realize just how isolated and alone he’d really been in those days. Veronica had been his only real friend.
“Brandon! Brandon, wait!”
Brandon was tempted to keep walking and pretend he hadn’t heard Tim calling to him. Tim had left him a few voice mails throughout the day. The truth was he didn’t think he could deal with the whole crush thing right now. He was so fucking tired. But he stopped anyway and waited for Tim to catch up.
Tim looked as great as ever with his dark hair and five o’clock shadow. He reminded Brandon of a rugged cop more than a polished lawyer.
“Hi, Tim.”
“I’ve left you a bunch of messages.”
He nodded. “Yeah, sorry. I would have called you back when I got home.”
Tim frowned. “You’re leaving?”