Vanessa stood in the parking lot leaning against the side of a sleek, black convertible. The top was down, showing off the white leather interior. Vanessa took off her sunglasses and gave Mel a brief wave. Jess’s eyes widened. “Is that her? Vanessa?” Mel nodded. Her mind went back to high school when girls would get picked up by their older boyfriends in banged up wrecks that to their teenage eyes were luxury cars. Of course, Mel was never one of those girls. She’d known she was gay since she was five, and dating girls was not an option at her conservative high school.
