With a steady hand, I reached up, tugged the extra hair tie from my wrist—my faithful little black elastic that lived there—and in a way I’d practiced a hundred times out of boredom, I slingshot it across the room. And I only felt a small, itty-bitty thrill when his eyebrows dropped right before he leaned out of the way and the tie hit the spot where his head had just been. Those eyes stared at me just long enough for me to start to snort. Then he exploded from the floor.
