"Jon, are you okay?" she asked, sounding concerned.
"Why do you care?" He said, then caught himself.
Sarah frowned. "You don't have to take out whatever is bothering you on me," she said.
"Sorry," he said, sincerely. She was right about that. "I'm having one of those days." That wasn't exactly the truth. This was the first of these types of days he was having.
"You're always having one of those days, Jon," Sarah said.
Her description of him made him think that he didn't just dress like Zoe. Sarah made it sound like he had Zoe's bad attitude. Zoe hadn't always been that way, and he'd sort of hoped she'd grow out of it. Even with it, some days she was...tolerable.
"What are you doing here anyway?" He asked her.
"This is my house. I live here," she said, surprised.
He looked around, confused at that. He'd never been to Sarah's house, but the McMillans were high society...this was not the sort of place he expected them to live.
"Yeah, right," he said, covering. "I just...was running, and didn't realize where I was going."
"Running from what?"
He tried to make up an answer, and straightened up from where he was leaning against the tree, and moved toward her, walking awkwardly with the muscles he had strained.
