“We need names.” “Names?” “Yeah, all superheroes have one. We’ll need secret identities too. I’m no Clark Kent, but I can pull the hell out of some glasses.” I peek up then look back at my screen but do a double take on her face. I swear I just saw her lips crack a smidge. Did she smile? Holy shit, did I just make Josefine smile? It was hardly anything, but I know a smile when I see one. We’re only eight days into the year, but I think that’s probably going to be the highlight of it.
