offer.
At her car, the sun was dropping behind the buildings.
Sabrina held her keys but did not unlock the door. We stood close enough that I could see a tiny spot of dried clay near the edge of her sleeve. She looked at me, then down at my hand.
Her fingers slid between mine.
“I had a really good time.”
“So did I.”
“Even with the bowl?”
“Especially with the bowl. It’s important to remain humble.”
She smiled, and the air between us changed.
This time, I did not
