said. “When they stop treating the ending as obvious.”
Sabrina studied me.
“What?”
“Nothing. You look different when you talk about something you care about.”
I felt warmth rise into my face.
“Is that good?”
“Yes,” she said. “It is.”
For a while, we watched people move through the courtyard. I could hear water behind us and the scrape of a vendor shifting a table. We had been together longer than I expected, but the morning did not feel used up.
“I wondered whether we’d have anything to talk about,”
