Broken Mirrors | All American

five

"We meet again, stranger."

She followed the direction of the voice, smiling at Tyrone.

"Hey."
They hugged.

He widely smiled, feeling the girl's warm embrace.

"What's up? You disappeared on me." He asked, pulling away.

"Just dealing with family stuff. You never asked for my number anyway."

"Girl, this the 21st century. Why can't you ask for my number?"

He was right. She bit her lip, defeated.

"Whatever. Give me your phone."

He chuckled, giving her the device. After adding her contact, she texted herself.

"I didn't ask you to do that." He sternly said.

His mood had quickly changed. There was too much of a risk of her seeing something she wasn't supposed to.

Sydney apologized, handing him the phone. He slid it in his pocket, mentally cursing at himself for snapping at her.

"So, tell me about yourself." He spoke, hoping to lighten the mood.

"What do you wanna know?"

"Siblings? Hobbies? School?"

"Those questions are giving me stalker vibes.." she looked at him weirdly.

"I don't mean it in that way, just wanna get to know you." He sincerely said.

"Well, I'm an only child. I'm kind of getting into photography. Other than usual teenage stuff, I'm boring. Not telling you my school, that's weird."

"That's okay."

He already knew.

"What about you?"

"I have two sisters, actually, we're estranged. The younger one, I don't really know her but the older one moved away, never said goodbye."

"What are you into?"

"Well, I'm a businessman. I'll let that speak for itself, and I'm not in school."

"You seem kind of young for a businessman, as serious as you're making it." He laughed. She didn't know the half of it.