I had drifted off into my own space when Marg came over with some hot honey tea. “Alright, I may be old and senile, but I can tell ya’ll aren’t a real couple yet. You look way too young to be dating someone like him. How old are you, Dear?”
I didn’t really want to answer her, but for some reason, she made me feel safe. We weren’t supposed to draw any unnecessary attention to ourselves, but clearly, we aren’t as good as we thought we were. “I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but please don’t get us in trouble.”
“Honey, I'm selling you my house based solely off the vibes that you give me. You look like you need a safe home to figure out some major life decisions, and Brandon is completely smitten with you, I can tell.”
“I’m 17... but I'll be 18 in another month!” I looked down at my
