Even when they started dating, I had to shut up more often than I would’ve liked. He made Yas cry a bit too often and didn’t show up for her important things often enough. It wasn’t until the break-up that I finally ‘fessed up about how I felt.
Turns out I was right the whole time. Brandon was a Derek. And if there’s one thing I know in this world, it’s how to spot a Derek from a mile away.
Back at my apartment, we fall into our meal-prep rhythm. Vegetables get washed, dried, chopped. The rice cooker is doing its thing. Three pans are sizzling on my ancient stove that only has two working burners, so we have to rotate, and all the while, The Golden Bachelor plays on my TV.
It takes Yasmin until the carrots are almost roasted to bring up the subject I was really hoping to avoid.
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