He Traded My Forever for a One-Night Crush

The seventeenth birthday Reuben Vance spent with me, we spent at a bar, watching a game.

Before kickoff, he held the engagement ring up in front of me.

"If Team A wins, we'll get married."

I froze, staring at him, not quite believing it.

The whistle blew.

He turned away, didn't wait for my answer, didn't look at me again.

By the end of the first half, Team A was ahead.

Fiona Fox, the waitress standing beside Reuben, came over to me.

Red jersey, short little shorts, a cold beer dangling from her hand that she held out to me.