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“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, Cooper,” I chuckle. “Forget it.”
“There’s so many options.”
“God forbid.”
“I feel like my answer changes weekly, so I just choose not to give one,” she says. “There’s no point. It all depends on how I’m feeling. Or what’s currently…tickling my brain, I guess?”
“Tickling your brain,” I snort. “Right. Have I told you you’re weird today, Cooper?”
“Yes.”
“Good, just making sure,” I say, grinning into the dark. “So, what color’s on your mind this week, Cooper?”
It takes her a few moments to answer. “Brown.”
“Huh,” I mutter.
Brown, really?
I get a few more seconds of silence as a response, and then, “Favorite food?”
“Pizza,” I say instantly. “Yours?”
“Chocolate cake.”
“I… Does that count as a food?” I ask.
“Pretty sure you can eat it.”
“Shit, you got me there, Cooper,” I say. “Sorry, I just expected you to say, like…chicken casserole. Or meatloaf. Or something like that.”
“I don’t even want to begin to understand what you mean by that,” Cooper says. “Meatloaf?Why?”
I shrug. “Just seems like something you’d say.”
“Because you know me so well,” she retorts.
“What, like you know me?”
“Favorite sport?” she asks, a challenging tone to her voice.
“Basketball,” we say at the same time.
“Gee, gold star, Cooper. Should we guess what my first name is next?”
“Fine,” she says. “That was an easy one. What’s your favorite type of music?”
“Rock,” we both say, together again.
“Okay,” I shake my head. “It’s not like that’s not a well-known fact. And, besides, you’ve been riding in the car listening to music with me for weeks now.”
“Fine,” Cooper says. “What’s your favorite season?”
“Summer,” we say.
“Okay, but whose isn’t?” I ask.
