But now, looking back, Greg thinks maybe Trey might have been crushing on him. Here he was, eighteen and confident, working for Mr. Johns on a regular basis with cash in his wallet, a car of his own, and the promise of college on his immediate horizon. Trey was just a freshman in high school. The change from adoring fan to sullen teenager had been abrupt, but Greg was too occupied with everything else going on in his life at the time to worry much about it. They had never been friends, not really, so in his mind, it had been no great loss.
And here they were, going to dinner years later. On a date—Trey said it himself. Every time Greg thinks about their chance encounter, he wants to laugh. Who would’ve thought all those years ago that they might come to this?
What is this, exactly?
Greg
