Danny sat in the seat opposite hers in the booth, his hands cupped around the mug of cocoa. Dark brown hair, now lank and soaked with rain, hang dripping in his eyes. His clothes were stuck to his tall, bony frame, and she could imagine how cold and clammy they felt. “Want to talk about it?”
He smiled bitterly. “Not much to tell. Just asked a girl out who saw right through me.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” He pushed his dripping hair back. “I was an i***t. And I thought I was being so f*****g clever. Kay…our families have been friends for years. But I never much liked her. Or her brothers. I thought I was better than them. Because I read and knew big words and all the teachers said I was smart.”
He snorted, and took a sip of his drink. “Shows how much I knew. She saw right through me. I asked her out
