J.J.'s head snapped up at the sound of his voice, but the rest of his body didn't move. Almost like it was rooted into the spot. His big hazel eyes blinked twice at the realization of who t was, but still didn't push off of the wall. Well, she recognized me. I guess that's good.
"Hey," he mumbled, his voice barely above the city noises that were overwhelming him. One word was all he could really manage. I probably look like a bum right now.
(hoila, I'm doing this instead of physics because Bazan literally doesn't care)
Avery smiled and got a little closer to get a better look at him. She didn't think he looked like a bum, mostly because she never judged appearances. This was J.J, her old boyfriend and an incredibly sweet guy. "Hey! You wanna get somewhere quieter? I've still got a lot of unpacking to do, but I can call for some takeout so you can just settle down. I'd love nothing more than to just chillax, but my mom has been after me nonstop about my move and what I'm going to do as a job and it's all hectic." She took a much-needed breath and cut off her rambling, a product of her not wanting to go on and on about what J.J. had gone through, not wanting to treat him like a strange being to interrogate.