I'm seated in the car waiting for Brent to get my new phone all fixed and ready for use.
After our little fight earlier, he hasn't said a word to me. That doesn't bother me, really. Having him scared and frustrated is already working in my favour.
By the time he walks out of the Apple store, it's a little past eight in the morning. He's getting late for work but he's not complaining.
I watch him as he approaches the car. I still remember the first day I saw him years ago. We were in a house party thrown by one of Clay's friends, and he had a girl on his lap.
Back then, If anyone told me that Brent and I would be in this awkward position right now, I'd have termed them crazy.
Guess I'm the crazy one.
"Here." He tells me as he hands me the phone. "You're good to go."
He starts the
