“Maybe you should call me in ten years.” He flinches, backtracking. “I shouldn’t have said that.” “Why do you care so much about my age?” He glances away like he doesn’t want me seeing whatever’s on his face. “I just do, but it’s mostly that we’re in different places. Are you ready to get married and have kids?” “No. I’m only twenty-two.” He flicks a hand. “See? That’s why.”
