Piper's POV
“Uh…”
I lost words on seeing Nelson before me.
To be honest, he is the last person I'm expecting to see, or maybe I'm yet not ready to confront him.
Standing in front of my door, he is holding a gift bag as usual, always bearing gifts.
“Are you going to let me in?”
He asks when I keep stuttering.
Somehow, my eyes find his lips, remembering our first kiss on our first dinner date! This seems to spike the awkwardness between us.
“Thanks.”
He helps himself in when I remained glued to the door frame and just stammer like a moron.
“Are you avoiding me?”
He asks, now settled in.
Getting myself momentarily, I shut the door, and finally join him, but not sitting though, as I remain pressed to the backrest of the chair.
“Was a bit busy.”
I mumble a lie, and I bet he can sniff it from miles away.
“Caught up in something.”
As if it's any different, I try to rephrase my statement.
Not working.
“And now?”
He doesn't take his eyes off me.