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Amy had been talking to someone, but she turned, her skirt swirling, and then she saw him. She stared, and he did, too.
She cocked an eyebrow, tilted her head in that way he used to like. Like she was issuing a challenge.
Okay, so maybe he had stared too long. He nodded, and took a step toward her. Maybe he should say something. Or not. It was all so awkward. He lifted his hand in a sort of wave, then let it drop back.
She looked amused. She twisted back and forth, crossing her arms behind her back, gripping her elbows. Just like always.
An elder woman pushed past Tyler, shoving him further even more. He glanced over at Amy; she grinned, and stepped forward as well, opening her mouth.
A wrinkly-faced man interceded, and she turned toward him, dropped her hands, and twitched her skirt back and forth.
“Hey, Ty?” No one called him Ty. He glanced at her; the girl, her cousin’s daughter’s friend’s whatever who was patiently serving her term as attendant, chuckled nervously. “Lana said to forget the sandwich, she’s not hungry anymore. Too nervous.” He nodded mutely.
"She wants you to go and fix the flowers on the pews, though. She’s very nervous about them, I guess. She hasn’t stopped talking about them yet!”
“I got ‘em. Tell her not to worry.” The girl smiled, and he took three steps back, then entered the sanctuary—away from Amy.