“I have a follow-up question,” I announce to Kieran a few minutes into our hike.
“A follow-up to which initial question, again?”
I try not to blush. “The one about why you like me.”
He looks amused. “Right. That one. Go ahead.”
“Does it have to do with… before? You know… when we were in school together?”
We haven’t broached this subject much. He threw the subject of my high school bruises at me once during that first argument, and neither of us has brought it up since.
“When I first saw you, at the Cavern,” he tells me, “I thought you looked so familiar. I couldn’t place your face, but I knew that it was significant—that at some point in my life, you’d made an impact.”
I’m not sure that answers my question, so I wait for him to continue.
“When Lindsay said your name and I remembere
