“You said my name.” He rests his hand on his chest, full of drama. “Does this mean you forgive me?” “What do I need to forgive you for?” My tone is overly-exaggerated and I’m blinking at him like I’m some sort of dumb doll. He drops his hand at his side. “You know what I did. At that party.” “Oh, how you kissed some other skank at midnight? After trying to feel me up in the bathroom?”
