“No.” He stares at me seriously. “I need to know this. What does zenzero mean?” A hot blush floods my cheeks. I clear my throat self-consciously. Amy’s loitering near the door on her phone, and she’s entirely within earshot. The last thing I need is her giving me shit for this. “Well, it’s silly,” I say, lowering my voice. “It’s just Italian nonsense.” “Nonsense.” He frowns. “You call me nonsense?” “Dammit, Bergman. No,” I whisper. “It means ginger, okay? Because you’re…” I wave my hand in the general vicinity of his face. “You’re a ginger. It’s cute.” Ren’s smile is so bright, its voltage
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