I was still thinking about Takoda’s laugh when I got home. Which was annoying, because I had an entire evening available to focus on literally anything but that damn sound; homework. Finals. The fact that Winter Lights volunteering apparently started at an hour normally reserved for farmers and bad decisions. But no, my brain had to keep replaying Takoda's laugh.The front door had barely shut behind me before Grandma's voice floated from the kitchen. "Did he ask you?" she called out.I froze immediately, then with a small shake of my head, I looked toward the ceiling, groaning quietly. "No," I called back.The kitchen went quiet, and a second later, Trin leaned around the doorway holding a cookie. "Oh, he definitely asked her," she declared.I pointed a finger at her. "You're impossible," I muttered.Grandma appeared in the doorway next, carrying a large ceramic mixing bowl. "Did he?" she pressed."Maybe," I mumbled, looking away.Trin gasped, nearly dropping her cookie, and Grandma s
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