I bet we’d be cute together. You’re positive you don’t want to date me?” “I’m positive,” I say dryly, sitting on the hood of her car. “Because you’re missing a real opportunity here,” she goes on as though I haven’t spoken. “Our couple name would be Aidiper.” “Why Aidiper?” I say, cocking one brow at her. “Why not Junipaide?” “Because Junipaide sounds like the kind of all-purpose cleaning solution they use in nursing homes.” Her answer is immediate and matter-of-fact, like she’s given this a lot of thought already. “Do you want our legacy to sound like a cleaning solution, Aiden?”
