How to Love

Hey, Sawyer,” I say slowly, a sound like waves and roaring in my head. I slip my index finger through my key ring and squeeze, the cold metal biting into the flesh of m

through the window at the frozen, neon-bright churning like he’s expecting the mysteries of the universe to be revealed to him from inside.
Come to think of it, maybe he is.
I stop. I stare. I need gum and a soda and a

luminescent

I was part of the scenery, blending in, so familiar as to be completely invisible to the naked eye.

jump up and bolt

Don’t chew my straw.

Want me to get you set up on the couch?”

huffed out a noisy breath

Biggest pet peeve

barest hint of a grin.