“Any chance you have the Etsy app on your phone?” I ask. “No chance at all, since I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I shrug. “I figured as much, but it was worth the ask. Who knows, maybe you had a side job selling crocheted socks or something.” “I feel like you’re talking in code right now.” Zach tugs gently on my hair. “Speak English woman.”
