I roll my eyes. “You keep saying that.”
“He will.”
“Shut up.”
He laughs.
“This reminds me of that picnic,” I say. “I can’t believe we actually ran from a college cop.”
“I can’t believe you can run that fast. You got some wheels on you. I was legitimately impressed.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I tease.
“Oh yeah?” he says. “Like what?”
“I had imaginary friends growing up.”
He turns fully toward me now.
“No you didn’t.”
“Tonya, Helen, and Brittney,” I say proudly.
He laughs. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not. My brothers wouldn’t play with me since I was the uncool sister.”
We inch closer. Not touching. But close enough that I can feel the heat emanating from his body.
The wine’s gone before we realize it.
“Are you…feeling this?” I ask.
“What, the wine?”
“Yeah. I think I’m buzzed. What kind is it?”
He glances at the bottle. “Just a regular cab.”
“Well,” I say, “potato chips and wine will do that.”
A beat passes, and we look around at the empty walls.
“You look hot,” I blurt out. “Sorry. That’s the wine talking.”
He laughs. “Cass.”
“What? If this is our last supper, I’m putting it all out there.”
“Don’t,” he says quietly.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re making this harder.”
My heart stutters.
“Harder how?”
