Summer Romance

by Annabel Monaghan

“Yes. I mean, every time you opened your mouth to talk he acted like you were about to perform a never-before-heard Beatles song.” He laughs, and I do too. I am so touched that he noticed this. “Pete, I mean, he’s fine. But he always did this thing like he was waiting for you to finish talking so he could say something. Even early on. I hate that.”