Matt went to the corner and fidgeted with the dials on the rolling dryer while I wheeled around in one of the office chairs, propelling myself in circles, faster and faster. When he was done, he found another chair, pushed off, and came sailing at me across the linoleum floor. “Bumper cars!” he shouted, right before he knocked into me and sent us both falling to the ground. “Is this your definition of us talking?” I said as he hovered over me, a mischievous grin on his face. He leaned down, kissed the tip of my nose, and then popped up to his feet,
