A soft smile sweeps the frown from her face. “I don’t have a boyfriend. To be honest, I don’t have any desire to be in a relationship. I have too much going on.” She places the glasses in front of each table setting, her eyes illuminated with a heavy stream of thoughts that erase the chance of her maintaining her smile. I did that. I created that doubt. My chest feels like an opened flame, the burn so strong it curdles my blood and singes my thoughts.
