A car stopped before us. The window rolled down. Marcus’ face peeped through the opening, looking at me with a questioning look. Then his attention averted to Jay, who was standing next to me. Marcus raised a hand to greet him, which Jay responded to with a small smile.
“Sorry,” Marcus turned back to me. “Johnny called on my way back so,” He smacked his lips. “You good? You ready to go?”
I glanced back at Jay, who looked surprised that I was getting myself associated with a player like him.
“O-Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were going somewhere… with him…” Jay looked at Marcus and took a step back. He looked like he might think that we were sort of, like, a thing, but wouldn’t it be a good thing for him to believe that I was moving on from our painful past? Then again, I don’t really
