“The first year you came into the store, I think you scowled every time. I made a game out of trying to get you to smile.” “Seriously?” I shrugged. “You were scowling, but I could tell it was a front.” Griffin shook his head, looking out at the yard as Mia let out an especially high-pitched shriek. “I guess I’m not as much of a badass as I thought.” “That’s not such a bad thing. I like the real you better.”
