A boy named Sous

"White, sure. Fish. Also, cheese. So, perfect," Dinah had to agree. She wound around him to put the tuna cans just to his left, hip-checking him slightly and grinning, then wound around to grab the wine and put it out too. She'd forgotten how being around him and listening to him talk had always put her in a better mood. She'd been dumb to think that seeing him after the trauma-drama-incident would be painful or weird. Dumb, dumb, dumb. "I keep wanting to say 'remember when', but duh, of course you do. Why do people do that at reunions so much?"