Inquiring minds only, please

This moment is bigger now than when it happened. A snapshot of profound insight wrapped in the sticky fluff of limerence and summer.

“I’m pretty much terrified that I’m not interesting enough for you,” he said.

The hiss of acid rain hitting the hot pavement outside muddied his voice. I had to strain to hear the implied question under his words as I leaned against the low-arched entryway, my bare shoulder glued to the paint by the humidity.

“You’re curious,” I said. ”Do you know how rare that is...