“He dressed up as him for like six Halloweens in a row,” Daisy adds. Aurora picks up the last grape on her plate before Daisy can get to it and lifts it in front of her smirk. “I was the same way with Lara Croft and Tomb Raider.” Fuck. Of course she was the female equivalent of Indiana Jones. And she still doesn’t believe in fate? Not a goddamn chance.
