“Did you do this for me?” Her voice was quieter now. “Yeah,” I said. She bit the inside of her lip. “Why?” That felt like a loaded question. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about her, because I wanted her to be happy at Rebel Blue, because I wanted her to think about me the way I thought about her. “Because you told me it was your favorite food” is the answer I settled on, which was also true.
