She Forgot My Deadly Allergy
Language: en
At the end-of-quarter team dinner, my girlfriend went twenty minutes out of her way to pick up two bubble teas. She handed one to Drew, who sat across from us, and slid the other toward me. Drew smiled, his eyes crinkling. "You’re a lifesaver, Natalie. You always remember I can’t handle ice when my stomach is acting up." I looked down at the mango-coconut slush sitting in front of me, its bright yellow color mocking me. I pushed it away with the tip of my finger. "What's wrong?" Natalie asked, not even looking up from her phone. "I’m severely allergic to mango, Natalie. Did you forget?…