"I have a confession to make." She raised her eyebrow and waited. I cleared my throat. "I…um. Well, the reason I hid in your group…um—" "Just spit it out." She crossed her arms. "Well, I had a thing with Shawn, and I can't see him again. I don't want him to see me." She stepped forward, gesturing to the side of my face now caked with ink. "With the number you did on yourself, I doubt he'd recognize you." "Maybe…" I ran my fingers through my short strands, trying to convince myself of the same. "Look, if you want to disappear – this is the place to do it. I can make it look like our camp numbers are still whole. But you gotta make a decision. In or out." "In, definitely in." I didn't walk all that way just to quit now. "But I thought, maybe I could stay away, just for tonight. That way you can let me know if he is there – and where he hangs out. I could just avoid those areas." She crossed her arms, looking me up and down. "Okay, meet me back at Writer Square tomorrow around dusk.
