I Am Glad People Can't Read My Thoughts

I was sitting outside during the last warm snap and I noticed a car go by. Then I noticed it again, and then again. I recognized the driver as a boy I knew in school. I don't know if he was thinking about stopping, or trying to see if my parents were home. Anyway, he finally did stop and we chatted. He said he would call me, and today (several weeks later) he finally did. He's coming over this afternoon and I have to act like this is no big deal.