“Suit yourself.”
I hung up and found Davis offering me a candied apple.
They were my favorite in middle school. I used to buy one every day after class, happily eating it on my way home.
These past years, trying so hard to be an adult, I’d stopped buying such childish treats.
And no one had bought them for me either.
I thanked him, but before I could take a bite, he cautioned: “The fruit’s quite tart. With your stomach condition, just have a little to satisfy the craving.”
I paused, surprised. “How did you know about my stomach?”
Even my mother only found out yesterday.
Davis replied quietly, “The broth you drink – all the ingredients are for stomach healing.”
I was taken aback
At dinner, he’d seemed focused only on eating.
Yet he’d noticed such details.
I took a bite of the apple. “You’re quite observant.”
“I’m all right,” Davis nodded, not bothering with modesty.
I worried he might ask about the phone call, but he didn’t mention it all evening, even when he drove me home.
It wasn’t that I was afraid to tell him.
I just wasn’t sure how to explain it.
We barely knew each other, and bringing up an ex–boyfriend now felt like planting a time bomb in our
