Bad Apple

Well, yeah.” He grins sheepishly. “I forgot, we’re getting married someday. Like maybe in a year? I’ll let you pick the date

Hell, I even miss listening to him sing along to the Beach Boys.”

A knowing smile curves her mouth. “It’s a pretty amazing feeling, isn’t it

Wait—who exactly am I meeting?” I ask.

“The new drama teacher,” she chirps before strolling away