We milled around after school, the usual, me at the edge of the group, laughing sometimes so I could pretend to be part of the conversation, Indigo at the centre.
Rhea suggested an outing, but Indigo took over coordinating. No-one minded; everyone liked Indigo. She had a way of smiling at you that made you feel like she really cared.
Just as I was about to leave, she caught my eye. “Kim! I keep forgetting to ask why you never show up.”
I was dumbstruck, but eventually came up with, “I’ll be there tonight.”
I’d just never felt invited.