I’m twenty-eight years old, and I’ve only ever kissed one man. A man who hasn’t been mine for almost ten years. That’s got to be some kind of award-winning level of sad, at least according to Sophie.
Sadie
I’m not dating Grant.
Sophie
Then why was he at your house?
Sadie
How do you know he was at my house?
Emma
Sophie
Katie.
Sadie
Katie?
Sophie
Meyers. She lives two houses down from you and was in my class.
Of course.
Sadie
Does she not have anything better to do?
Sophie
Not in comparison to you, apparently.
Sadie
He was here to help me paint.
Sophie
Paint what? You?
I shake my head.
Sadie
My walls.
Sophie
Paint your walls. That sounds like code.
Sadie
Soph, not everything between a man and a woman must be . . . romantic.
