It seems as if we’re standing there for minutes when Mrs. Fingle’s voice booms behind me.
“Is there a problem in this line?”
I look over my shoulder. Ten students are shifting anxiously, waiting for their turn.
“No, there’s not a problem,” Danny says. He hands me the receipt. “There are no problems at all. Here’s your receipt.” He smiles at me, and I remember how I loved his smile.
“Thanks.” I smile back.
“Oh, and Susie,” he says, as I turn to walk away, “save me a picture, okay?”