Until The Truth Burns
“I want you to stop sounding like you’re perpetually on the brink of firing someone.”
“That’s not a sound.”
“It is with you,” she said easily. “Anyway, I met someone.”
I stilled.
The elevator continued its ascent, smooth and silent.
“You met someone,” I repeated.
“Yes,” she said. “And before you interrogate me, no, he’s not terrible. He’s kind, he listens, and he doesn’t treat conversation like a negotiation.”
I closed my eyes briefly.
“That last part feels pointed,” I said.
“Only because it is,” she replied cheerfully. “I think I have a crush.”
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