Without a word, I sat next to her, plonking myself right above the storm drain.
She didn’t even look at me. “Yes?”
“I saw Renee in there. Wanted to see if you’re doing okay.”
She laughed shortly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Do you want me to spell it out?”
There was a long silence. Then she waved a hand, her silver bracelets jingling. “Screw her. It doesn’t matter.”
“Nah. You can totally do better than that. But it still sucks. So.”
Rose drew one leg up and picked at her boot. Her face twisted up, like she was trying to scratch her nose without touching it.
“How long were you two hooking up for?” I asked.
She sighed, clearly resigning herself to the fact that I wasn’t going to leave this alone. “Like, a year, I guess? It was only at parties. It didn’t mean anything.”
I figured. Hence,
