“Interview. Yes. That.” I nod and dig into the rice on my plate. I’m sure I look like a savage, but I don’t care. “How long are you in town? Are you free next week to get together?” “Really? You want to interview me? You barely know me,” Madeline says. “I could’ve poisoned the food.” I snort. I like her sarcasm. “Don’t care. This will be a good way to go.”
