““What was I saying before?” I can’t let him get back to that train of thought, wherever it was headed. “You were about to tell me your favorite color today.” “Huh?” He squints, studying me. “You said it changes every day. So which is your favorite today?” I hold his gaze and try to convey that I’m not kidding. I’d rather hear his favorite color than another version of how I’m still in high school. “Yellow,” he finally says. “Let’s go look on the other side.” I follow, catching a glimpse of my tank top as I adjust my camera strap. It’s yellow. I bite back a smile.””
