“Okay,” she sighs out, as she shakes off all this rough stuff. “Enough depressing stuff. I’m starving.” She plants me with an eager grin. “I’ll give you whatever you want if you feed me within the next half an hour.” It’s a joke. Right? I mean, obviously, it’s a joke. But is she daring me too? My frown grows into a full-blown cocky smile. If, sooner or later, things change and loss is inevitable, then fuck it. What the hell am I waiting for?
