By: Laura K.
They were at the Lebanese place, eating hummus and grape leaves. He wasn’t much for witty banter, but he was hot, and she was attention-starved. At 16 her skin was still covered in acne, boobs on an unknown, unhurried timeline.
“I have some news,” he started, swirling the pita lazily in the dip. “I just got engaged to my girlfriend. We’ll have to stop doing this.”
“Oh,” she said, stupidly. “Okay.” For once her wit failed her.
They all lived, ever after. His marriage imploded after three years. She became a civil-rights attorney and had a series of meaningful relationships.