——Aaron
Marcy’s was our town’s favorite seafood and burger shack. I had been there so many times with Nicole during our first year as a couple. It had an outdoor deck, overlooking the Ohio River, which was really cool. But when Ricky’s, a cooler version of Marcy’s, opened last year, Nicole and I, with the rest of the school’s population, ditched the place.
I parked my car in an almost empty parking lot and grabbed my backpack from the back and got out.
I looked around for Sam’s grouchy face as soon as I arrived. There were only a few customers that afternoon, and it didn’t take long for me to figure out that Sam hadn’t come yet.
How could she set the place and the time and then come late?
I walked over to a table in a corner and let out an annoyed sigh as I sat down. Glancing at
