When he didn’t say anything right away, I turned my attention to the shoes, trying on a few different pairs. I sat down on the little bench while he stood over me.“So, what’s the deal?” I asked, slipping a pair on.“The deal with what? My shoe expertise? I worked at a shoe store all through high school. Sucked ass, but it helped pay for shit.”I shook my head. “No. With you and Darcy.”“Oh.” His mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ and he stared down at the floor.I waited.B-Rad sighed. “I have no idea. She’s an enigma.”“Well, I think you two are kind of perfect for one another,” I said.“I wish you’d tell her that,” he muttered.“What? Why?”“Forget it. How are the shoes?” he asked, trying to change the subject. I let him, but only because the shoes were horrible.“They don’t fit. Will you grab me a ten?” I asked.He handed them to me.“Did you see that the two of them disappeared?” I tried to sound casual, but I doubted I achieved it.“Are you jealous?”
