“You should get in there.” “I will.” But he didn’t move. Instead, he stood there, looking at me. “You don’t like me.” “Don’t take it personally.” “Why not?” “Why shouldn’t you take it personally?” “Yeah.” “Because you’re you and I’m me.” “That’s not an answer.” “Well, that’s the answer you’re getting.” “You’re like a baby Krista, all teeth and claws.” “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
