“They probably should be worried about a few dollars,” Chris whispers under his breath as we sit down on the benches and trade our shoes for skates. My laughter bounces off of the half wall in front of us, and there’s so much warmth in his eyes when he gazes over at me it’s hard to think I’m in this alone. “I—” “So—” We both start and stop at the same time, an awkward silence falling between us as we wait to see who’s going to start up again. When neither of us does, I shake my head and smile.
