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around noon or so.”
              “Is it hard, working those hours?”
              “I’ve gotten used to it.”
             Hope looked at his arms, again trying not to stare. It was freezing to her but he seemed perfectly fine with no chills or anything. She remembered that back when she was a kid she had this theory that boys didn’t have feelings, physically. As she got older, she came to the conclusion that they did, but developed another theory that it was on the inside where they were numbed.
             “The sun’s going to come up like, really soon.”
             “Yeah,” Hope sighed, snapping the lid back on her cup. “Ready to go?”
             Dominic took both their empty cups and tossed them in the trash on their way out. The air was cool outside but warmer than the inside of McDonalds. As Hope was driving Dominic realized he found it cute, how she looked in his sweater. He liked seeing her in it. He briefly pondered how she would look in one of his shirts.
              “I’ll never know,” He muttered to himself.
              Hope pulled into her parking spot a few feet away from the dumpster and the two made their way up the stairs. She felt it awkward, like she knew he was watching her from behind as they were walking up the steps. She was sure if she were to turn around suddenly she’d catch him staring.  When they reached the top he thanked her for the ride.
            “Oh, here.” Hope eased out of his sweater and handed it back to him. “Thank you,” she said softly, catching his eyes. “For having my back like that?” 
          “Get some rest,” He said, again trying not to give himself away. It was just so difficult for him to look away from her, especially from her eyes. Looking in each other’s eyes was visually orgasmic for both of them but neither would admit it yet, even to themselves. Hope half smiled for a second and then turned away, unlocked her door and disappeared inside while Dominic was still unlocking his.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 8…  The anniversary diss
       Dominic’s blood was bubbling. It appeared that this was becoming a habit with Tristan. She blew him off plenty of times over the past two months but this was just going too far. As it was, things were strange ever since he relocated to Nevada to be closer to her. Their relationship wasn’t quite the way it was in California. Now that Tristan was living with her dad, Dominic was seeing less and less of her. It was one thing that she wouldn’t move in with him, another that she was constantly putting off plans with him in favor of “family responsibility and obligation”; But on their anniversary? No, this was taking it too far. 
      Unfortunately for Dominic their two year anniversary fell days apart from her dad’s birthday. The previous year hadn’t been a problem. They celebrated with a weekend trip to San Diego and all was perfect. But this time she was already trying to pull her shit and Dominic was ready to blow up on her. He had told her earlier in the week he had plans to take her out Saturday evening rather than Wednesday night because it was smack dab in the middle of the work week. He wanted to be able to be out all night with her and not have to call it a night so early. He told her this.
      Dominic got dressed up so he would fit in at the restaurant of her choice. Everyone got ridiculously dressy for dinner at that place which wasn’t Dominic, but he did it for her. He felt awkward and a little stupid but he would rather go out of his way for her than not. He showed up at her house with a bouquet of red roses, wearing Swiss cologne because she liked it on him. He even had his shoes shined. What does she go and do? Act a fool, that’s what.
       Dominic rang the doorbell and Josephine answered, wearing fitted black slacks and a collared, sheer, royal blue blouse with pearl buttons down the front. She had her dark chocolate hair pinned up