I take a step towards the curtain obscuring the door but she says my name in this soft and sad way and I turn back to look at her. She’s doing that thing again where she’s just looking into space like she’s weighing up something really important.
“Do you like me, Reuben?”
Our eyes meet across the small space and I feel like she’s just stuck me with a cattle prod. What does she mean? Like, as a friend? Is she asking if I think she’s hot? Does she want to know if I would date her? My jaw goes a little slack for a second and I pull it back up with some effort.
“I– I don’t know... What do you mean?” I sound like a footballer who’s just been hit in the head way too hard.
Evelyn bites her bottom lip and it makes me want to grab both of my ears and tear my body in two. You don’t understand ho
