When my shift ends I’m out the door, looking through the crowds for Andrew, but he’s no where around. Crossing the boardwalk to lean against the railing, I stare past the lights and noise from the piers into the darkness beyond, where the sea mutters to itself. There’s a strong breeze coming off the shore that makes me wish I brought a jacket. Maybe Andrew will put his arm around me and pull me close. Maybe he’ll come in—my apartment’s a mess, but I don’t think the lights will be on for long. I can’t believe he wants to walk me home. Me. I wonder if he thought about me last night, if he woke up with my name on his lips, my eyes behind his. I wonder…
“Hey,” Andrew says, right behind me, his lips brushing against my ear as one arm snakes around my waist. I turn to find myself caught up in
