Anna approached with a small paper bowl in each hand, each containing a tiny mountain of frozen yogurt and a spoon that jutted out from the top. “Chocolate mint for you,” she said, offering one to him. “And for me, strawberry…with real strawberries.”
Grinning like a fool, Jack shut his eyes tight. He shook his head in wry amusement. “You remembered,” he said, taking the bowl. “I've gotta say, I'm surprised, An. It's been over four years.”
She took the swing next to him, resting the bowl in her lap, staring down at it with a tight frown. “Of course I remember,” she said. “Come on, Jack, that night's gonna stand out until the day I die.”
Jack blushed, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. “Well,” he said, pushing backward on his swing. “It's good to know I left an impressio
