“One glass of the house wine, coming up,” she said before I could correct her.

“Bottle,” I corrected her. “Thank you.”

She looked at the ID once more before handing it back to me.

“All right”—she squinted—“Liam.”

Jonas immediately widened his eyes as she turned and walked away.

“You didn’t!” he whispered after she was out of earshot.

“My parents confiscated my old one, so I had to improvise,” I said, looking at the photo for a second. “I mean, we did look alike.”

“You genius!” He grabbed the ID card, turned around and motioned the waitress back to the booth.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“Canceling my coke, of course.”

“But…you’re underage,” I deadpanned.

“Yes?” the waitress said, smiling.

Jonas’s jaw hung open. He looked thoroughly insulted.

“He’ll have the lasagna,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut and smiling wickedly.

The food came and looked perfect, as always—but I couldn’t eat. When Jonas was almost halfway through his pasta, I was already reaching for half of the bottle.

“Well,” he said with his mouth full. “You need to talk to him.” He reached over and grabbed my glass before I could refill it.

“I already did,” I told him, following his hand with my eyes, which were now comfortably fuzzy.

“No.” He poured the wine. “You broke up with him—”

“I didn’t break up with him!” I said, my voice fluttering a bit. “We weren’t even dating.”

“Maybe not officially.” He took a sip. “But trust me. You were dating.” He slapped the back of my hand as I tried to reach for my glass.

“Regardless,” I said, quickly grabbing the glass while he was busy rolling the pasta on his fork and spoon. “I already talked to him.”

“I know.” He watched as I emptied the glass. “You need to reverse it.”

“I-it?” I hiccupped.

“Whatever lunacy you convinced yourself to do to the poor guy.”

“Did you just call me crazy?” I asked, somewhat insulted.

“No, I said you do crazy shit. There’s a difference.”

“There is?”

“Uh-huh.” He nodded.

“It isn’t crazy though. And there was no actual breaking up. It’s all sorta…undefined.”

“How do you mean?”

“I don’t know what the fuck I mean anymore, man.” I shook my head.

“Look,” he said. “Granted. It’s messed up. But why break up?”

“We didn’t—”

“Whatever.” He waved his hand in front of my face.

“First of all, we can’t see each other—”

“—for a while. Yeah, you said.”

“Yeah, however long ‘a while’ is.” I rolled my eyes.

“Why do it though?”

“I told his mom I took his virginity.”

Jonas laughed so hard he almost choked on his pasta, then proceeded to continue laughing for another minute.

“As I said.” He wiped his face and dried his tears. “Messed up.” He laughed some more.

I waited for him to have his little moment.