to the rain. There was happiness in it, but also a quiet seriousness I valued more than excitement alone. Neither of us had been swept into a relationship by the force of an accident. We had kept meeting, kept asking, kept leaving enough room for the other person to choose.
Eventually, Sabrina lifted her head.
“You understand this means I can criticize your cooking regularly.”
“I assumed that was already included.”
“And pottery.”
“That seems excessive.”
She grinned.
“I believe in honest communication.”
When I walked her to the car,
