“Are you smiling?” I accuse. And just like that, my annoyance melts away. Any time I manage to draw a normal human response out of Ryder instead of the grumpy looks he usually gives me, I like to nurture that delicate bud. “No.” He glowers at me. “You were totally smiling.” “You’re just imagining things.” He skates off to grab his water bottle, but not before I hear him chuckle. “And you laughed!” I cry in delight, gliding after him. “I’m telling everyone.”
