Visitation

"Yo."

I must've stood there dumbly for about ten seconds before stuttering out a "hey." With life seeming to be a day-to-day crawl, Hannah was certainly the last person I expected to spontaneously show up--especially after three years.

"Been a while, huh?" she asked casually, as if "a while" wasn't long at all--like a month. 

I rubbed the back of my head, words lodging in my throat. "Uh-hm-erm... yeah? It has been. D-do you, uh, want to come in?"

She flashed me a bright smile. "Of course!" she said, dancing in without fret. 

As my front door clicked shut, a strange feeling rooted within me. "I'll be honest, this just made my day ten times more interesting," I heard myself say.

Her blonde hair flows freely as she twirls around in observation of my home. "Nice place ya got here."

"Thanks. Can I get you something? I've got some of that peach tea you always liked."

"Sure."

...

We sat down opposite each other, the large wooden table acting as a sort of barrier between us--not like we needed a physical barrier for that, though.

"S-so," I started, "why are... y'know... what are you doin' here?"

Hannah laughed, and I couldn't help the annoyance which shaped my face in response. "Jeez, always right to the point, aren'tcha?" She swirls her tea around with the plastic straw before taking a sip. "Mm--so good! How the hell do you always make it so well? I always mess up the proportions!"

"Well, I had you as a friend, so I was kind of forced to learn," I said with a chuckle.

Hannah slows her roll. "Had?"

I winced internally at the tone in her voice. I decided to be blunt: "So, why are you here?"

For the first time that day, a frown tugged at the blonde's lips. "Was wonderin' if you wanted to come back to the fold."

"No." I made sure to emphasize my tone.

Then, she looked me right in the eyes, "I think you do," she said, "you may not realize it now, but eventually you're gonna want to take back what's yours."
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