Zoe nodded, like it was decided. Then, suddenly, she had her fist extended between our bodies. I looked down at it. “What’s that?” “Hit it.” I arched an eyebrow. “Hit it?” “Yes. Come on, don’t leave me hanging. Buddies occasionally do fist bumps.” When I wasn’t fast enough because I was busy trying to figure out how she had come into my life out of nowhere and how I was going to survive her, she gave her little fist a shake and tilted her head, pointing at it with her eyes, urging me to…hit it. So, I fist-bumped my new friend and laughed all the way through it. What else could I have done?
