I check the time on my phone to see how long we’ve been waiting when I realize something historic in the world of me and Valentino. “Yo, it’s been twelve-ish hours since we met,” I say. I wish I knew the exact minute. “Really?” Valentino asks. “It feels . . .” “Feels like what?” “I was going to say it feels like yesterday.” “Probably because it was.” “Which is why I stopped talking.” “No, don’t ever stop talking. You have a nice voice, and I like the stuff you say.”
