“It’s a nice evening. Do you want to go sit on the porch until your ride gets here?” Evie’s body freezes. She looks uncomfortable. “Do you mean you want me to wait for my Uber outside and not in your house?” “What? God no. I meant…do you want to sit on the porch with me? You know, talk together. With words.” I’m ten years old, and she’s the cutest girl in class. I’m begging her to accept my Valentine heart, and she’s staring at it like it’s poison.
