He picks up my hand and laces our fingers together. “It needs a…a…” I wait, unsure where he’s going with this. “A happy ending,” he says. “I need to end bragging about how I graduated, signed up for college, and won back my girlfriend.” He pauses, frowns, and adds, “Assuming you want to be my girlfriend again.” I side-eye him and pretend to think about it. “I don’t know. Do you promise not to dump me this time?”
