“Oh, we haven’t talked about it yet. But it won’t be anytime soon. Maybe in two years or so,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

“Two years? Really?” Stacy looked surprised.

“Yeah. James is really busy at work right now, and I have school to think about,” I explained. I had applied for an art program in Europe. It was an eight-month program, something I had dreamed of for years. But there was a problem.

“Did you tell James about the program?” Stacy asked, her tone serious.