“Holly!” Trey called out. “Holly, wait!” She stopped at the closest bench and as Trey approached, he could see tears running down her face. “Are you crying?” he whispered.
“No.” she sniffed, wiping at her nose. She dropped her award to the ground and Trey picked it up, setting it on the bench. Then, slowly, he sat down next to her.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” He tried to comfort her but tears weren’t his specialty. Trey sighed and wrapped his arms around her small, sad shoulders. She flinched at first but then sobbed into his shoulder.
They probably sat for what felt like hours before she looked up. Her make-up was smeared on her face and his tux but he didn’t care. He was … concerned about her.
“Are you okay?” Trey asked Holly as she wiped her red eyes.
“I’m fine. You …”
“You … you care?”
Never in a million years would Holly think Trey would do what he did. But, he smiled sweetly at her and said with confidence, “Yes.”