“I swear if you hit that rocker against the wall one more time, I’m going to lose my shit!” Skye yells from above, the promise of violence in her voice. But it’s not her anger that takes me aback and sends my heart racing, it’s the fact that she’s finally acknowledged my existence. The bright smile that splits my face transforms into a mischievous smirk as I haul myself back against the wall again, and again, and again.
