Handling The Truth
I felt my heart thud against the inside of my chest. How could he possibly have known that?
I stiffly got on my bike and started off, deciding to ignore the last minute like it hadn’t happened. “Well to the mall we go, right?”
I asked Devon where he was from because he was obviously new here.
“Right. I just moved from California a couple weeks ago.” The breeze rippled his sandy brown hair as he rode, not looking at me but concentrating ahead of him.
“That would explain the tan.” I said, dryly. He didn’t seem to notice that my timing was a bit off. I was still off balance from what he said before.
Maybe I’m not as good at hiding things as I thought.
“You have one too.” Devon teased.
“Yeah,” I smiled. “Being black would do that to you.”
“Anyway, what you’re referring to as tan,” He started as we came up to the mall. “Is good old fashioned Cali sunburn.”
I laughed.
Suddenly he was serious.“Come on, I’ll buy you an ice cream to make up for what I said.”
I was surprised. “But why? I asked for it.”