HOLLY
It was a strange, wet, extremely fun night.
We abandoned plans to make dinner, after Dylan turned his nose up at every last one of our choices. Part of me wanted to be insulted. The other part couldn’t blame him.
“Well there’s a Thai-fusion place across the street,” I offered. “That is, if there’s anything you’ll eat from there.”
He pulled his mouth tight as he considered it. “Maybe some steamed shrimp. Brown rice.”
“Water?” offered Bradley. “An air sandwich?”
“Laugh it up,” sneered Dylan, poking Bradley in the chest. “In another four years, let’s see what you—”
“Easy boys,” I smiled. “Want me to pull up a menu on my phone, or…”
After a short debate, we decided to go down there. The rain was crazy, but it was a fun dash across the flooded streets. We pulled hoods over our hea
