“You’re kind of funny, Winston.” She took a sip of her coffee, and what was left of her lipstick left a red smudge on the rim of the cup. It drove me crazy. I said, “I’m more than kind of funny. You’ll see.” “And cocky.” She smiled up at me. “You’re a little hard to puzzle out, you know.” “I’m willing to spend as much time with you as you’d like while you try to figure me out.”
