I’m putting packages of hamburger into the meat case, glancing at my watch every three seconds to see if it’s any closer to one o’clock and trying to ignore the way my blood races at the thought that Kevin is going to be here any minute when suddenly he is here, pressing up beside me, smelling sweet and touching the small of my back. “It’s one,” he says in lieu of hello.
I grin as he leans his head against my shoulder. Holding my wrist out so he can see my watch, I tell him, “Five more minutes.”
With a dejected sigh, he props his chin up on my shoulder and gives me a sorrowful look I’d love to wake up to in the morning. I still can’t believe he’s here, touching me, and we’re going out. He’s right—it’s close enough to one now as it is. Setting the last of the hamburger into the case, I as
