I reared back, touching his arm. “I’m sorry, what? You didn’t go to your prom? Were you in the hospital or something?”
The side of his mouth hitched up as he glanced over the little jars of honey on the table. “Nope. It just didn’t work out.”
I followed him to the fruit stand. “What does that mean?”
“My girlfriend in high school broke up with me the day before,” he said with a rueful smile while he placed apples in a bag, “and I didn’t want to go to prom and watch her make out with another guy.”
I frowned. Inside my chest, my heart twisted for him. “That’s terrible. What a shitty thing to do.”
He shrugged. “It’s fine, it was for the best. They’re happily married now so I can’t blame them. And I think he had a crush on her for a while and I didn’t know it.”
“I can’t believe you had a
