“You’re the boss,” he said with a shrug.
She took a seat up by the front of the train and Kay sat beside her. She kept her eyes low. This time of night, the subway was filled with people coming home from long evening shifts, and Angela wasn’t in the mood for their baggage right now.
“Do you ever wonder how things would’ve turned out if you hadn’t moved away?” she asked.
“Oh, I know exactly how,” he said. “We would’ve slept together within a couple years. Then your dad would’ve kicked my ass.”
“I hate to break it to you,” she said, “but there really wasn’t any sexual tension between us. That was all in your head.”
“Oh really?” he said. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“Excuse me?” she snapped.
“You were seventeen, weren’t you?” he asked.
“I… How did you know that?” she stammered.
“Because I was too,” he said. “We were on the same trajectory, you see. It was inevitable.”
“You’re delusional,” she said.
“Our parents knew it, too,” he said. “Why else do you think they split us up?”
“Because your mother hates me,” Angela replied. “That’s all.”
“Actually, she’s always liked you a lot,” he said. “It’s me she didn’t trust.”
Angela rolled her eyes.
“You’re just messing with my head so I’ll leave and you can do this alone,” she said.
“Keep telling yourself that,” he said, “but we both know the truth.”
“Let’s just stop talking,” she said.
“Suit yourself,” he replied.
Angela closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat. The clatter of the train faded to a dull roar in the background as her thoughts drifted back to her teenage years.