Apparently—
Ethan wasn’t as certain.
One afternoon at Willowcrest High School, he found me beside my locker.
“Sophie.”
“Yes?”
“Do you remember first grade?”
I pretended to think.
“No.”
His face fell.
“Seriously?”
I laughed.
“Ethan, I’m kidding.”
“That wasn’t funny.”
“It was a little funny.”
Then he held out his pinkie.
And suddenly—
I remembered everything.
Raisins.
Dinosaurs.
That cruel boy.
One silly promise.
I hooked my pinkie around his.
“Prom?”
He nodded.
“Prom.”
Then grinned.
“I already bought the bow tie.”
“When?”
“November.”
I stared.
“Ethan, prom is in spring.”
“I know.”
“Why did you buy it in November?”
“Stores run out.”
“They were not going to run out of bow ties.”
“You don’t know that.”
And that was Ethan Harper officially asking me to prom.
