“Why do people say you’re grumpy?” she asks, catching me by surprise with her question. “’Cause I am,” I answer honestly. “I’m not a people person.” I can feel her eyes on me as I focus on her left hand. “You’ve only been nice to me.” “That’s ’cause you’re different.” “By different, you mean?” My eyes flick to hers. “You don’t annoy the fuck out of me by breathing.”
