“No one does, but I still love you. And that means…can I be the first to hold up the sign?” Yes! The signs. “Do it.” She reaches for the cardboard signs we made last night and hands one to me. She holds up hers, so everyone can see. I do the same. It takes a while, but after a few minutes, fans in the stands crane their necks, point, laugh, and snap pics. Soon enough, the jumbotron operator must notice because our signs are flashing across the big screen in the arena during a time-out. Aubrey’s says: Hey, cheating ex. Mine reads: How do you like your hockey tickets now?
