"Hello you,” Imogen said, bumping her shoulder into his. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” And there it was. Foot in mouth. Really, she just needed to go hide under a flower display or something so that she’d stop saying the wrong thing at a memorial.
“This is weird, right? I mean... it’s just like it’s not really happening?” Imogen said in a whisper. They were all here, remembering a boy that many of them had either barely known or disliked. Michael had been broadly beloved, but Imogen had seen a lot of people already who had reason to never want to pay honour to someone who had such an ugly side sometimes.
Like a lot of other people, Imogen felt like she was mostly there for show. She suspected it was much the same for Evan. “Ummm, did you have a nice summer?”