I sighed.
“When I was your age…”
She immediately smiled.
“Oh, this is going to be one of those stories.”
“When I was your age, I dated someone who looked very much like Jordan.”
“Seriously?”
“Very.”
She tilted her head.
“Did it end badly?”
The question landed harder than she realized. I looked down at the kitchen towel still in my hands.
“No.”
“It just…” I searched for the right word. “…ended.”
She waited.
I could tell she wanted more.
Instead, I asked, “Have you learned anything else about him?”
“A little.”
“What does he study?”
“Architecture.”
That made me blink.
Richard had wanted to be an architect before changing to engineering because, as he’d put it, “Buildings don’t care about student loans.”
“What else?”
“He’s 20.”
“So he’s a year older than you.”
She nodded.
