The Bleachers
"You can call me Fizz." "Fizz?" The guy beside me raises an eyebrow. "Like the sherbet?" I nod, "Like the sherbet." "...Zero." He adds, pulling away at the grass absent-mindedly. "Like the coke? The drinking kind, I mean." I attempt a joke. His dark eyes rise to meet my own, and just as I am losing all hope in a reply...