“Spooky…”
Evan was leading me through the boxing gym. It was bigger than I expected.
It was a long, narrow building with a single room that just went on and on, with tons of equipment stations, punching bags, and full-size boxing rings.
“Why?” Evan asked. “Cuz it’s empty? You’re the one who wanted privacy.”
The sarcastic tone that Evan used kind of stung.
We’d talked about why I didn’t want to be in a crowd… It wasn’t that I wanted privacy. I just had to be careful about my safety, now I was a public figure.
I know he didn’t mean anything by it – it was just the way we teased each other.
But it felt kind of insensitive. Just a little glimmer of the old Evan, the one who made fun of me for things I couldn’t control.
