“You’re the least boring person I know.” “Lies are unbecoming of you, Syd,” I tease, still unable to meet her gaze. Her warm palm is wrapped around my arm, transmitting little tremors to my heart. I think I hear her gasp. “You called me ‘Syd’.” I finally find the courage to glance up, discovering a wondrous look on her face. “Is that all right?” She nods, emphatically. “It’s definitely all right.” “All right.”
