[Kathy]
I couldn't sleep much that night.
I kept replaying it. The kiss.
I tried to tell myself a thousand and one reasons why it happened, running away from the fact that it could have something to do with actual feelings.
People kissed strangers at parties for less reason than what we'd had last night. It didn't have to mean what some reckless part of me wanted it to mean.
I almost believed myself by the time I got dressed.
I texted Wayne around noon.
My thumb hesitated at the send button.
Can we talk? Coffee?
I stared at the message for a full minute.
His message came in then.
Sure.
We met at a campus café.
"Hey," he said, sliding into the seat across from me.
"Hey."
Neither of us said anything for a few seconds, both of us stirring coffee we didn't actually need to stir
