“It’s not you… I’m just not… gay,” I confessed, and her eyes widened, like it wasn’t the kind of rejection she was expecting. She choked out a laugh. “Oh, sure. Okay.” She shrugged, fighting back a knowing smile and stuffing her hands in her pockets. “I’m not.” I raised my eyebrows. “I’m agreeing with you.” She smirked. “Satirically.” I crossed my arms over my chest, her eyes staying locked on mine.
