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.”
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.”