He reached up, his fingers skating gently along the edge of the intricate braid weaving through the front part of her hair. She’d been awake so long, she’d decided to listen to Vertina—the tiny face programmed into her spectral mirror, who loved to offer beauty advice, regardless of whether Sophie wanted to hear it. “If you’re trying to impress me, it’s working,” he told her, and she felt her cheeks warm—until he added, “But, you always impress me, so maybe you were thinking of someone else?”
