JASMINE
The next day, Saturday, I worked the early shift and got out of work at one thirty. It had dipped below freezing, and snow flurries were falling from the sky. As I walked past the sub shop toward where I was parked, I noticed two familiar faces inside. Luke and Lucy were seated across from each other, Luke’s hands on top of Lucy’s on the table between them. I stared, the two of them lost in their own world and completely oblivious to the fact that I was gawking at them through a huge window.
A person sitting directly in front of the window looked up at me, clearly wondering why I was staring creepily into the restaurant. I turned away and continued walking. Once again, I wondered what it would be like to have this as the rest of my life—forever competing for Luke’s attention with
