You ever look at someone and think, that person is priceless. Not just expensive, but exacting, effortlessly handsome. An American God. Not just je ne sais quoi, but god damn will you please tell me what that is?

Adam was unmovable. “Over here,” he beckoned.

“Wait up!” I shouted, flip-flops scampering over the cobblestone path as my book bag flailed in the evening wind. When I caught up, we escaped to a small, covered alleyway that hid us from the light...