“Do you remember how we promised to marry each other if we weren’t married by thirty?” “I—” I gulped my water before saying something I’d regret because yes, of course I remembered. But I remembered it the same way I remembered the pepper spray I kept in my bag: It was nice knowing it was there but I didn’t think I’d ever need it, and even if I did, the odds were high that I’d fuck it up and injure myself in the process. “What made you think of that?”
