“I’m guessing I didn’t,” I said with a crooked smile.
“No.Do you even remember my name?”
I chewed on my lower lip and laughed.
“That might be why I didn’t call.”
“Oh Sam, it’s me.”
“It would help if you reminded me of your name again.”
“It's me, Ginger.”
“Oh yes,” I said.“Now I remember.You had red hair the last time I saw you, right?”
“Yeah.Well, it was ginger, and that’s why you called me Ginger even though my name is Meg.”
“Sorry, what?”I frowned at her.
“My name’s Meg, but I had ginger hair then.And you were like, ‘I’m going to call you Ginger.’And you put me in your phone and you said you were going to call, but you never did.”
“Oh.”
The conversation sounded vaguely familiar, but I must have been really drunk.
“So Sam, are you here to watch the fight?”
“No, I was looking for you actually.”
Her face got really excited for a couple of seconds, and then she started laughing.
“Oh, I’m a little bit gullible.Aren’t I?I remember your brother’s one of the fighters.Stefano, right?”
“Yeah, he is.”
“I heard that if he wins his next couple of matches, he’s going to go to the World Championships in Vegas.”
“Yeah, that’s the dream.”
“But he’s fighting against Bradley, and Bradley fights rough.”
“I know”—I sigh—“but he’s a grown man.He knows what he’s doing.”
“Yeah.It’s going to be an exciting match tonight.It’s packed.I heard they made a couple of hundred thousand dollars on the tickets tonight.”
“Wow.That’s awesome.And kind of ridiculous seeing as my brother’s only getting a thousand.”
“Yeah.But if he goes to the World Championships.”
“Yeah, yeah.He’ll get millions if he wins.”
“So have you been up to anything fun, Ginger?”
“Not really.”
She pressed her hand against my chest.
“I was kind of hoping to get into something fun tonight, though.”