“Umm…shit, I’m terrible with the details,” I say with a laugh. “Amy is the smart twin. Like, super smart. Two master’s degrees in engineering, and an awesome job doing something with a robotics company.” She gasps, those pouty lips parting as her eyes flash with interest. “I’m a twin too.” I grin. “No way. Fraternal?” “Yeah, my brother Harrison. He’s eight minutes older,” she adds, taking a sip of her lemony tea. “Hey, I knew there was something about you.” I grin back at her, raising my hand. “High five for fraternal twins!”
