(SKYLAR)
I opened the door and with a memory of last night, a smile came over my face when I saw Jordan standing in front of me.
I controlled my facial muscles. "Hey," I said, opening the door wider so that he could enter.
A grey tie hung loose from the unbuttoned collar of his black shirt, the sleeves of which were rolled up to his elbows. His shirt was tucked neatly in the waistband of his grey trousers.
Jordan walked in with a slight smile on his face, a pizza box in his hands, and a bag of marshmallows on top of it. "Hey," he said, not removing his eyes off me.
°He remembered the marshmallows° I smiled to myself.
"Uh, you can keep it there," I pointed at the kitchen island.
"Hey, Madison," Jordan said as he walked over to place the pizza box. "Hope your legs are doing fine?"
Maddy stared at him. "Leg. One Leg. And it's been one day. I'm sitting in a wheelchair. Do the math, genius," she deadpanned.
