Essay on The Winter Air Brushes Against My Face
My phone begins beeping frantically and the guy jumps up, startled at the sound. I quickly turn my phone off, hoping he doesn’t go off on me. He begins to talk, but I don’t look up.
“Uhh, do you know what time it is, my watch broke and I don’t have a phone.”
“Yeah, it’s almost three,” I say bluntly.
When I lift my head, my mouth drops. The guy had taken off his sunglasses, hat and scarf and it’s not just some stranger. It’s Henry’s dad.
“Shawn?” I ask quietly. He doesn’t respond. I nudge him a little to get his attention.
“Shawn?” I repeat. He looks over at me and his jaw basically hit the floor.
“Abby!” He hollered. “What are you doing in New York?”
“You know, just livin’ life, doin’ stuff. I…