Jonathan Wing

True Hearts

“... and that’s why pickles are objectively better than sauerkraut,” Chris finished, and Anne laughed. “Boy am I glad you’re not head of the FDA,” she said, nudging him in the ribs with a toothy grin. He laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head. Anne turned away. Even in the evening light, she was afraid he would see her blushing. She’d had a crush on Chris since middle school, and now, with both of them out of college, she still hadn’t told him how she felt. But tonight was the night. She could feel it.