You Never Forget Your First: And He Just Might Be the Death of Me

by Millie Perez

I chuckle against his dress shirt. “I hope you have a lot of air miles then.” “I have a jet, you know this,” he groans. “Yeah, I know. Just wanted to hear you say it again so you could hear how ridiculous that sounds. Which reminds me, I remember lending you fifty cents so you could buy an Italian ice once. How much do you think I’ve earned in interest at this point?” I squint my eyes. He slowly leans back to look at me with feigned shock in his eyes. “Amelia Nuñez, is this a shake down at your own mother’s funeral? I knew you were a force to be reckoned with, but damn that’s cold.” He laughs, and I do too.

“What are you doing here?! I didn’t know you were in the city!” I shriek as I give him a quick hug. “I wasn’t. But you texted us to be here today, so here I am.” He smirks as he walks back to his seat.

“Miami. When I came to visit you after you had broken up with your high school sweetheart. I wasn’t there because I was on a business trip. I flew down because I knew it was your birthday, and I wanted to celebrate with you. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was about to have the best night of my life with the girl who's always had my heart.”