“What are you doing here?” she hisses. “Fuck are you doing out here?” I crouch down beside her, my elbows on my knees. Her fingers come up to cover her yawn. “What time is it?” My jaw tics. “Why you outside, in the fuckin’ dark, alone?” Now she glares. “Stop answering my questions with a question.” “Stop askin’ questions and answer mine.” “Oh my god.” She shakes her head with a huff. “The hell are you doing sleeping on a fucking box outside at nine at night?” There. I gave her the time. Consider me fucking kind.
