“Pax, wait up,” Lilith says, jogging to catch up to me in the empty quiet of the museum. The marble floors echo with the sound of her heels as she walks alongside of me. “Are you okay? You seem a little off tonight?” “Off?” I ask, pausing and turning to look at her, loving the shape of her mouth and her eyes and her face. “How would you know? We barely know each other.”
