“But you didn’t.”
“He laughed and said that was the most honest answer he’d heard all week.”
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at the memory. “We talked all the way to South Station.”
“And then?”
“He asked if I’d like to get coffee sometime.”
“So you said yes.”
“I absolutely said yes.”
I reached across the island and squeezed her hand.
“I’m happy for you.”
She smiled.
“I know it’s only been one subway ride, but it already feels different.”
I remembered being nineteen, and believing the right conversation could change your life.
Sometimes it could.
“So,” I asked, “does this dream guy have a name?”
“Jordan.”
“Do you at least have a picture?”
Her eyes lit up.
“Oh.”
She pulled out her phone immediately.
“We took some before I got off.”
She scrolled through her camera roll until she found it.
“There.”
She held the phone toward me, and the smile disappeared from my face before I even realized it had.
A young man stood beside Stormy on the subway platform, one arm casually slung over his backpack strap.
