“Looking good, Lighty!” Some guy with shaggy blond hair and a scraggly White Jesus beard that I’ve never spoken to but had one class with sophomore year walks by and holds his hand up for a high five. It’s so fast, I bring my hand up to his before I even know what’s happening. “Woo!” I look at his backpack as he walks away like that was a totally normal thing to do. A button with my face is right next to his Green Day patch.
