As the four of us sat at the table that was meant for eight, waiting for the other four Mintons, my mind swirled. I had Marion to my left and a space to my right, which Heratio would surely take. I groaned in anguish: why did Clark have to be busy at some college fixture? Opposite me was my mother, her blonde hair in an elegant updo and her hazel eyes pronounced against her tan skin. She chatted quietly with my dad, they whispered together.
"Lucia?" said Marion next to me.
"Hm?" I asked, staring down at my coffee.
"You looked kind of dormant, sorry." she said. "Can I ask something?"
"Depends what kind of 'thing', but sure, go ahead." I replied.
"Okay, so," she said, fumbling with her fingertips as she spoke with gestures. "There's this guy at school-"
I started grinning. "Awwww."
