You turn to me, towards my presence passing in the hall, turn to smile. You smile a passing smile, a general smile, turning towards me, whoever I may be, with a face of generic friendliness.
I think maybe you’ve done something to your hair, since last year.
Our eyes meet and your smile pauses. Your face wavers, going into a wiggly question mark expression, and then you grin.
No no, you say, I want a hug.