“Broken mirrors…”
“Maybe they broke the ice.”
“Maybe.”
“Though it still took me a while and no more school to talk to you.”
We were, in fact, still really close.
“There you stood, after graduation, at the bottom of the driveway, and I thought, It’s luck. And now or never, so I picked now.”
“Now.”
“You’re kind of incredible, Renny.”
“How?”
“How you handled everything you had to handle and still excel.”
“Oh.” I wanted more fantasy about how handsome I was, not stuff about what I handled. “Only at one thing, really.” I turned away and opened the refrigerator. “Thirsty?” The cold air shocked some sense back into me.
“Do you live here by yourself?”
The question made my heart skip. “My older brother lives down there.” I nodded toward the basement door, grabbed the big bottle of Coke,
