Just My Type

Sequel to Not My Type

"Penelope?"

I stopped in my tracks, not wanting to connect that voice to its face. There's no way. It can't be him. I was good, I was so good and I had moved on. How on earth could it be him? A huge part of me wanted to walk away and never see his face again. But I didn't. It's not like he killed my family or something, he's just a jerk. I can face a jerk. Maybe then, he'll see that he really had no effect on me, and that I am no longer the naive teenage girl that fell in love with him. So I turned to look him in the eye with the brightest smile I could muster.

"Hello Adam."