The sound of her name drew Mary out of her thoughts of the city and she turned her head, surprised. She didn't give her name to anyone tonight.

But it wasn't anyone. It was the one man who walked this planet who could knock the breath from her lungs and make her beg. It had almost been a year since she'd seen him, a year of feeling empty and worthless and alone.

He was standing right in front of her and Mary still wasn't over him.

"Hummingbird," Mary said after the pause of just staring at him had lengthened to deeply uncomfortable. Her voice sounded tight even to her own ears. One hand had moved behind her as she'd watched him, finding the support of the wall.