Fifty-Two

I stopped in front of them, debating. “Hello?” One asked, and I took that as my sign to go.

I stepped up closer to the dark haired blue eyes boy and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Hi.” I said, before planting my lips on his.

As expected, he pulled back. “Who are you?” He asked, a slight smile playing on his lips, the words coming out paired with a British accent.

I moved back and cleared my throat. “Lydia.”