"Don't misplace us."
It was sudden and solid and fell like a brick through the conversation. Lighthearted banter lurched to a stop, tires leaving marks over white lines and swerving to avoid collisions.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
Eyes round and brown and watery, just as I'd remembered. Flecks of sunlight reflected under shadows. A small moment of silence passed, and the wind blew backwards as he watched me.
"I won't."
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