“Margot made it sound more mainstream than when I—” Record scratch. “When you?” Darcy glanced over her shoulder, not meeting Elle’s eyes, but peeking in her general direction. “Nothing.” Like that would work on her. “When you what? When you—” No fucking way. “Darcy Lowell. Do you read fanfiction? Oh my god, what fandom? Do you write it? Is it smutty? Please tell me it’s smutty. What’s your—”
