I sit down beside Floyd at our lunch table. David isn’t at school and he’s actually sick (!), which is a first. One of the hyper, preppy girls at the table next to us has confiscated a few chairs (what a shame), so here I sit in the seat beside his. I tear into my lunch ravenously, picking up a small bag of onion rings and pulling it open.
"And I’d bet this is going to be half empty…" I mumble. "Yep. Just as I—" I start, peering into the bag, until Floyd cuts me off.
"Hey!" he says, mock scolding in his voice and an exaggerated scowl on his face. "Half full."
I smile, despite the eye roll I send his way pointedly. (Optimism? I just want onion rings.)
But let him play the optimist. (Who knew he had it in him?) It's one of the reasons I love him.
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