บท 29: Chapter 29: Not My Adam

I gaped at him a long moment, long enough for his friends to stare and start to laugh while he gave me a lopsided grin. There was enough curiosity in him it tempered the arrogance I felt from his aura. Not my Adam, this young man with the cocky attitude and the way he looked me up and down. A stranger. Who didn't remember me.

"Sorry," I muttered, backing away, knowing I looked like an awkward loser in a sundress and bare feet and not caring. "I thought you were someone else."

He tossed the ball from one hand to the other. "What's your name?"

"Eve." I shared without thinking and flinched when he laughed, his friends, too.

"No kidding," he said. "I'm Adam. Where's your apple, Eve?"

They weren't laughing because it was funny. They were teasing me. And it hurt.