“Alexander?” the woman asked after a moment, his name coming out clean and way too crisp. She knew exactly who I was talking about. “Yep. Tall, his favorite color is, uh, blue. He thinks the f-word is an adjective and has an attitude… I’m kidding,” I said when he gave me a dirty look. I wrinkled my nose and whispered to him, “She won’t believe me if I tell her you’re nice,” I teased him, trying to get back at him for all those dirty looks and tones.
