IZZY
Several Years Ago,
"What's that?" I asked, glancing at my brother who stood in front of his open locker, his gaze fixed on what appeared to be a love letter. It was the first time I'd ever seen him smile at the sight of a love letter.
"Do you know who wrote it?" I asked, nudging him on the side. He shrugged, refusing to avert his gaze from the paper in his hand.
"She has always been so obvious about her feelings," he commented.
"So, you'll ask her out?" I said and he winced.
My eyes widened.
My brother, the perfect Rai Vidal was clearly nervous about asking a girl out.
"This is insane. You're actually nervous," I said and he slammed his locker shut, shoving the letter in the pocket of his pants.
"It's none of your business. Why don't you run along?” he said and I chuckled.
