Nicole
“Okay, I have a question I’ve been meaning to ask.” I say before I stuff an orange wedge in my mouth.
Warren and I are sitting in the cargo area of his car with our backs rested on the back seats. The weather has shifted in preparation for the official first day of winter, so we have the back hatch closed to deal with the cold wind blowing outside. Even for our heightened body warmth, it is still cold I would rather be protected from.
“What’s your question?” Warren asks, peeling his third orange of the afternoon.
“What is the deal with Cierra and Kent? They are always bickering. Did they used to date or something?” Warren laughs like I just told the joke of the century.
“No. They have never dated. I used to think it would happen one day, but it never has. Those two are like
