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"What?"
"Please. On your phone. You're bound to have a picture of your brother on your phone. Could you show it to me?" I stood with my palm up, waiting for him to hand me his phone.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
Beau took a minute and opened a social media app. He went to his brother's feed and flashed me the phone. I scrolled down, looking at a few of the pictures.
"That's you," I said, seeing Beau in one of the photos.
"I know."
"You play lacrosse?"
"Yes."
"I had no idea."
"I guess I don't anymore since I graduated. It's weird to say after I've been doing at twelve years."
"Who is this?"
"Our mom."
"She's pretty."
"Thank you. You were at her office that day."
"Yeah, I know, but I didn't meet her." I scrolled through a few of his brother's photos before I glanced up at him. "I still stand by what I said." I handed him the phone. "I'm sorry to change the subject, but I think I might have to ship some things to Arkansas. I have equipment and tools and I think it's going to be too much to fit in my car. Would your uncle care if I mailed some things there?"
"No. There's a guy who works there full-time and he can intercept it for you if you need him to. I'll text you his name, and you can just address it to him and put your name on it. He'll set it aside for you." As he was speaking, we continued walking toward my car.
"From the photos, you're better looking than your brother."
He laughed, and I gawked at him. He was seriously impervious to this information.
"I don't need you to make me feel better. I have good self-esteem. I know I'll do well in life."
"I didn't say it to make you feel better. I like how you look better than how your brother looks, period."
"Thank you," he said. He took a while to say it, like he knew he should just accept the compliment even though he didn't fully believe me. I could tell he didn't.
"It's nice that you're humble," I said. "Most guys who look like you would not be talking about how much better looking someone else is."
"What would they be doing?"
"They would be going home with any girl they wanted."
"I don't want to go home with girls, " Beau said.
"Well, I guess that's good."
We approached my car, and I went to the driver's door and opened it. "I'm not just trying to be nice to you when I say that about your brother, either. My opinion is completely objective because I'm not interested in either of you. But you're an amazing-looking guy. And you're really cool, too, Beau. If I were trying to date anyone, I would be doing my best to convince you that I'm not such a bad person."
"I never said you were a bad person."
"Thank you," I said, even though he had basically said that.
