past tense.

Life for Autumn so far was like staring out a car window, noticing everything and everyone but nobody looking back at her. The thing was, she liked it that way.

Until Thatcher wandered into her life. Thatcher, this beautiful, mysterious, book-bound boy with a lot to say but nothing spoken.

Then suddenly, Autumn was at a red light and he was the one in the car opposite her, looking right back at her - except this time, she had nowhere to look but right at him.