“We need to talk about something,” she says seriously. My heart leaps off a cliff and free-falls into panic. “Oh? What’s that?” Worst-case-scenario thoughts blitz my mind with stunning clarity. She’s not satisfied. This isn’t working for her. She wants to be just friends. “I don’t know your middle name.” Her frown deepens. “And I realized it’s one of those details you’re supposed to know when you’re serious about someone. I feel like I failed because I didn’t ask you that. That and a few other things.”
