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    Then I realized I hadn’t been at the cemetery all week, because my mother always got me to do something as soon as she laid eyes on me. So I made up some lame excuse and darted out of the house before she could stop me, heading straight for the graveyard.
    I was ambling through the cemetery, wondering if I would find Tristan today, when I noticed the place didn’t look all that deserted any more. Pretty little lanterns were placed all over the place, hanging on the black naked branches of the trees; white flowers were placed on big vases at crossroad lanes, candle-holders were spread all around. The place looked dressed up, ready for a party. Tristan hadn’t been lying about the big celebration happening here.
    “Hey, stranger.” Tristan’s voice came from behind me. I merely flinched this time. Usually I just jumped out of my skin in fright, but now I was getting used to his silent surprise appearances.
    I turned to look at him. He was still wearing his usual black and white uniform, and had a stern expression. “Hey, Tris! The place looks fantastic!” I cheered.
    He gave me a small smile, which swiftly disappeared and his serious face returned. What was up with him today? “Yeah, it is a big town tradition, I told you. Things here have been crazy all week,” he said.
    “So, is everything set for tonight?”
    “Huh … You mean you’re really coming, then?” he asked, his mood lightening up.
    “Of course! I told you I’d come!”
    “You’ve been gone all week and … I thought you were here today to say you wouldn’t be coming,” he said, explaining his somber mood.
    He was so cute! That was his way of pouting at me! I laughed out loud. “No, I’m definitely coming!”
    “Your mom is okay with you being here?”
    “She’s fine,” I lied. “She has her own party to go to. She’s been asking about you, though. When do you have time off of work? You could come by and have lunch or something … It wouldn’t take long, my home is right at the end of the block!”
    He squinted his eyes at me, suspiciously. “She’s been asking about me?”
    “Yeah, because I’m always talking about you and …”
    “You’re always talking about me?” he interrupted, giving me a playful, cocky smile.
    “Hmm, you know, I’m always remembering something you said, or something we talked about,” I said, rolling my eyes at him.
    “Can’t stop thinking about me, huh?” he teased, leaning sexily against an angel statue.
    “You know what? If you’re going to be impossible like this, I don’t think I’ll be in the mood for a party tonight!” I grunted, annoyed.
    “No! No! I’m sorry!” he said, raising his arms apologetically and giving me his best bright smile. “I’ll be good, I promise! I was just joking! You’re still coming, right?”
    I put my hands on my hips and cocked an eyebrow, doing my let me think about it straight face. He put his hands behind his back and rocked on his heels, giving me the best puppy dog eyes I had ever seen! They glinted and sparkled in the winter’s light.
    I couldn’t hold it any longer, and burst out laughing loudly. “Okay! Stop with the pouting! I’ll come!”
    He beamed at me. “All right! We can meet at our spot on the lawn circle later, okay?”
    “Okay,” I said happily, and ran home all excited about the party.
    I spent the rest of the day picking out my outfit. It was going to be a very special night; I could feel it in my bones! And, oddly, I was suddenly in the mood for something more dressy than sports clothes now.
    At long last, later that evening, I looked in the mirror, surveying my reflection. I had on my special-occasions-only black jeans and a silver tank-top under a fancy black coat that I had borrowed from my mother’s closet. I’d even dared to put on some light silver eyeshadow. I’d decided lipstick was a little too much, though.
    I thought I looked good. Didn’t I? High self-esteem wasn’t my strongest point. At the last