“Has anyone ever told you that you’re so sassy?” “No.” Never, I realize. I’ve always been a runner. Runners aren’t sassy. They’re never around to be sassy. They’re cowards, like I was before I met Asher. I wonder if this bold and brave person is who I am now that I’m done running. I like it. Sassy Lucy is fearless, standing up for the man she likes one minute and kissing him the next.
