“Ryan, you are so different than I remember you. I used to think you were just some asshole football player, but you are so much nicer. Why didn’t we hang out more when you were still at Deerfield?” Ryan didn’t respond; he simply came over to sit on the bed next to me. It was at this time that I noticed that Ryan was a good-looking man but nothing compared to Ben. Ryan was muscular and had brown eyes and buzzed blonde hair, but there was no comparison, in my mind, no one was as handsome as Ben. “Did you see Libby and Flynn tonight? God, talk about needing to get a room,” I said, letting out an awkward laugh. Ryan continued to stare down at me but didn’t say a word. The silence was unnerving.
“Hey, why aren’t you wearing a costume?” I said, trying to fill the awkward silence and
