Nina walked home. Her mind was not on the street. (Honestly, you could have set off fireworks next to her head and she wouldn't have noticed.) She was completely, utterly preoccupied.
'I've never seen him like that before.'
The image of Kofi on the roof was locked in her thoughts. It was not the quiet anger of a normal person. It was something else. This was compelling to her. It made him seem more real, more solid than the boy who drew swords and made terrible jokes.
'He really cares.'
This was the core of it. He cared so much about a girl he barely knew that it made him furious. That was not a quality she was used to in guys.
So lost was she in this analysis that she almost walked right past her own house. She only stopped when she registered the location.
She pushed the front door open and stepped inside, dropping her bag by the entryway.
"And here she is, the ghost of girlfriends past."
