She Was Never Me
"Don't scratch, sweetie. I'm fine. It doesn't hurt at all."
But when we met again years later at the blind date banquet arranged by our families, the way he looked at me was as cold as if I were a stranger.
"I just got some paint on my hands. It's a little itchy." I lowered my eyes, my voice flat and calm. "It's nothing."
Theo studied me for a few seconds.
He didn't press further. To him, someone like me wasn't worth even a bit of extra thought.
Before leaving with Hannah, Theo tossed me a new order. "There's a business dinner tonight. I'm taking Hannah. Go back to my house and deliver the supplements my mom wants."