or be bold and go over there?”
A cool shadow looms large over us.
“Did you just take my photo?”
Vass and I scream, startled.
Local Boy smiles, friendly, pleased.
“Παναγ?α μου!” Vass laughs.
“What a way to make an entrance.
You frightened us.”
Vass bats their mascaraed eyelashes
and passes my phone back to me.
I pinch the screen to zoom out,
and hold my phone up defiantly.
“I was taking a photo of my best friend
and you just happened
to be in the background.”
I look around for Local Boy’s minions,
but he seems to be on his own today.
“Well, I’m still in the photo,”
says Local Boy,
“so, technically I was right.”
Local Boy pronounces all four syllables
of “tech-nic-cal-lee,”
as if it’s his word of the day.
“Do you like being right?”
Vass flirts with Local Boy.
“I can be wrong sometimes,”
Local Boy flirts back.
I roll my eyes and tut.
I snatch my book from Vass’s lap.
“I’m Vass, by the way.”
