I met my brother for lunch in between his classes. We went to a bakery that made sandwiches down the street because it was cheap and he had a crush on the girl who worked there. He’d told me about her a few times and when he did, he’d say things like, “she wears charm bracelets,” or, “she sews bags from old jeans.”
I convinced him he needed to make his move.
When we got there, she beat him to it.
“I really like your shirt,” she said.
Fuddled, he said, “Uhhh, yeah, thanks. I got it at Target.”
I looked at him, seriously?
He tried to correct himself, “Yeah. It cost $10.”
I think he still got her number.