“Oh, so you stay the night now . . .” Penelope teases. I cock an eyebrow. “Oh, so you fraternize with Normals now . . .” “I—” “We’re not blind, Bunce.” She’s been blushing at Shepard all night, and he’s clearly had a crush on her since Colorado. Simon grins. “Wait, really?” he whispers. “You and Shepard?” Apparently, I’m not blind.
