“A necklace. You don’t—you don’t have to wear it,” I say. It’s just—” “No. No,” she says, cutting me off quickly. “I’m wearing it. Are you kidding me? It’s beautiful, Zee.” Then her fingers stop, and she looks at me confused again “Why an A?” “Did you forget my name?” I ask with a smile, and I watch as her eyes clear and then go warm, shock and awe covering her face. “Alexander,” she says in a near whisper. I smile.
