She Poured Soda Into My Gas Tank and Smirked—At 7:42 A.M., the Consequences Arrived

create than she’d ever admit, and she wore an oversized t-shirt I was fairly certain used to be mine.

But it was her expression that stopped me cold—a smirk that didn’t belong to someone who’d made an innocent mistake.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, her voice carrying that artificial brightness people use when they’re pretending to care. “I accidentally poured continue reading …