Denny cast her thoughts back to the day she saw Jamey standing at the top of the stairs. How handsome he was, how his eyes went into hers. How he spoke so softly, how he smiled. How they conversed so easily.
She went to the moment in the Diner when Carol arrived and her dreams were crushed. Yet…yet…how he knew.
How he instinctively knew how she felt, and found her, and spoke with her.
She went through all the meetings, the jokes, the events, the clever repartee…
Every moment they had been together, including that last one, the one when she kissed him, then scampered away.
And now to this minute.