“I think it’s impossible to know everything there is to know about someone.” I feel like shit but keep from lying, at least. She snorts a laugh. “If that wasn’t skirting the question. How about this? Promise me that if you need help, you’ll let me give it to you.” A smile spreads across my face despite the terrifying greens we’re walking by. “How about this,” I toss over my shoulder. “I promise that if I need help you’re capable of giving, I’ll ask, but only”—I hold up my forefinger—“if you promise the same.” “Deal.” She smiles wide.
🥰yaaaay! I love their friendship!
