“God, it’s been forever…” she says into his neck. “You still smell the same.”
She says it as if she can still taste him too.
“You disappeared on me.
“Didn’t think you’d still slum it here.”
Andrew’s eyes drift up to me,
then drop to the clipboard.
“Yeah… shit’s been different lately,” he says.
She grips his sides.
“You never gave me your number?—
“ghosted me hard.
“Thought you’d wanna pick up where we left off.”
She lifts onto her toes, whispering in his ear.
Then from a few feet away—“Yo.”
Mikey appears right next to me,
the proof in plain sight:
Andrew tangled up in some girl,
green light to make a move.
“Lemme fix your necklace before the chain knots up,” he says, side-eying Andrew.
I don’t move, unsure what to do.
Then I’m turning, lifting my hair for him.
Mikey leans over,
leaving his drink on the ledge,
then steps in behind me.
His fingers are gentle against the nape of my neck,
cool chain sliding across my skin.
“So you and Andrew really not a thing then?”
Andrew tips his head our way, taking us in?—
necklace, hands, the way Mikey leans in.
Something in me grips tight.
Something in him snaps.
