He sat there like a robot.
He was nothing like before, now he had his curly brown hair dyed to dirty blonde, dreadlock and long. At least he still looked good and his features from when he was thirteen found a way to fit in his face.
"He looks different." Gracie whispered, staring at him from the kitchen. The open kitchen door had an advantage now.
It was so hard to even believe she did remembered him and how she ran into his arms when she detected it was he who saved her.
"They all change." she heard grandma Lily hummed next to her. She peeped behind her shoulder to see her, standing next to the oven with her thick over glove on.
"Growth?" she doubted. He was wearing a torn jean and modest top that had an emblem, written 'I give no fuck' and his baseball cap was worn the back way.
