"Piccola." Someone calls my name, snagging my attention away from the suit. I'm almost thankful because I was bordering on creepy with my staring.

One of the girls circling him does the same when she lays a hand on his chest, and his attention is pulled from me. I turn away, not wanting to watch. More than that, I want to shake these overwhelming feelings that have come out of nowhere and are now bubbling up inside of me.

When I turn around, I'm face to face with the last person I want to see ...