“Do you like unicorns?” This makes me chuckle. “I love unicorns.” “And fairies?” “Of course.” “Want to see my room? It’s painted with fairies and unicorns.” “I should probably wait here,” I start, but the girl takes my hand and tugs me along with her. Her shoes clap loudly against the floor as she pulls me deeper into the apartment, down a hallway, and into one of the bedrooms.
