“And then?” Troy’s voice yanked me back to 2017.
“Well, sadly, our first kiss would have to wait a few more years. The recess bell rang.”
“Aww.” Troy melted like the icicles hanging off the lid of the dumpster. No one would dare tell me I wasn’t romantic after hearing such lovely similes. “I love that story,” he said, walking to the counter with some empty coffee mugs from one of the tables.
“On the bright side, since we never signed any divorce papers, the way I see it, we’re still legally wed.”
“I’m not sure that would hold up in court. He is right about your eyes, though.” Troy stopped to look at them. “They’re intense.” Then he was off again, to gather up used paper placemats.
“My mom says they can get me in or out of trouble, the choice is mine.”
“I bet they got you f****d a lot
