No Longer His Second Choice

At the gathering, someone asked Austin Barnes what had made him fall for me.

He answered without much thought. "Her eyes. They're pretty."

The friends around us pounced on it right away. "They say when you fall for someone's eyes, you've fallen for their soul. You're done for."

I ducked my head, embarrassed, but Austin said nothing. He only drank, one glass after another.

That night I scrolled onto my stepsister's secret social media account. The post was a close-up of a pair of eyes, the caption plain.

"Three years since we broke up. Do you still like them?"