Henry
Gram wouldn’t stop questioning me about Veronica, my apparent new girlfriend. I vaguely remembered her.
She was Billy’s girl, right? And a couple years behind me in school, I thought to myself. I knew almost nothing else about her—other than the fact that she was smoking hot, and brave or maybe crazy enough to kiss me in front of my grandmother to prove she was my girlfriend for some reason—and now I had to answer all these questions.
Oh, well. Whoever she is, she’d better be prepared to answer the same way as I am to Gram if she expects a second date. This ain’t on me.
“So how did you two meet?” asked Gram.
“Pretty much how I said. Our eyes met and it just happened,” I lied.
Or rather, I kind of lied. I did see her from across the lobby of Cole’s office—and thought, what
