We continued to walk. “So,” I said.
“So,” he said. “You really don’t remember me? I was at your fifth birthday party.”
I thought back to that day. That was a crazy party. “Oh! Were you the kid who hit me in the head with the plastic baseball?” I asked.
“No,” he laughed. “That was my brother. I was the one who pushed your face into the cake.”
I laughed. “What!” I shouted. “You and your brother pretty much ruined my birthday!”
“Sorry! I was six,” he said.
“It’s okay.” I smiled.
“Wasn’t that birthday party in the Summer? Your birthday must me coming up soon,” he said.
“Yeah. Two weeks. June seventh,” I answered. “When’s yours?”
“December fifth,” he said.
Okay, so he’s only one and a half years older than me. Still, it would be weird for everyone. I smiled at him as his green eyes glisten.
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