Old Enough

by Haley Jakobson

I loved nights like this, where one fun thing led into another and it felt like the universe was conspiring to show you a good time, to show you that you were worth having a good time.

She looked up for a moment and saw me looking at her. I felt my face go slack.

I found myself hoping way too much that she would look at me one more time, but she didn’t.

Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s brainwash!

My name in their mouth, mynameintheirmouth.

They had texted me again (!)

How many butterflies can you have in your belly before you need to have your stomach pumped at the hospital?