Angie's look turns exasperated. "Did you try talking to her? Just like, saying hello and asking how her day is?" "I have." I think back to the day on the beach, when we ran together. Her smile was so wide then, and she did not even seem to care that she did not win the race. Her smile brightens. "Great, how did that go?" I think of Nadine and how her smile faded when I asked her to be my mate. "I hitted on her," I admit. "I told her I wanted her." Angie just sighs.
