am I.”
For the first time, we were quiet.
The supervisor returned with an ice pack wrapped in a paper towel. I thanked him, pressed it to my palm, and assured him I could finish shopping.
Sabrina picked up my garlic and held it out.
Our fingers touched when I took it.
I looked down at our hands, then back at her. She was still watching me.
“Before you go,” she said.
I stopped.
Her expression had become unexpectedly serious.
“What’s your name?”
PART 2 — A Smile Wasn’t a Promise
