Nineteen
Hannah tried to recall her last date. It had been a while. Quite a while. This was not a happy thought. It was also not a good time to remember that relationships that start under intense circumstances never last. Was it even a relationship? Just because it felt like one, and also felt kind of, well, huge, didn’t make it so.
It was too soon to have the talk, but she kind of wanted the talk before the talk. Even though it was too early. Way too early. A little over a week, a few kisses—really nice kisses—didn’t add up to the talk. Not even the prelude to the talk.
Okay, she was a scientist. Time to act like one while she waited for the knock on the door. Instead of wishing she’d spent more time digging through her meagre wardrobe. What were the facts in evidence?
Were kisses fa
