“There’s nothing wrong with crying,” I say. “It’s worse to leave it all in there festering. It’s not good for you.”
“Oh, yeah?” She smiles. “When’s the last time you cried?”
“Uh.” I take my cap off and run my hand though my hair. “Honestly, I don’t remember ever crying. I’m sure I have at some point in my life—like when I was a kid. But I don’t remember it.”
She crosses her arms. “So you don’t practice what you preach, huh?”
I laugh and shake my head. “Believe me, no one should practice what I preach.”
“I’m guessing that’s right. But if you think holding emotions in isn’t good, maybe you should have a good cry sometime.”
“Kit, you’ve not even known me for a full day, but I’m guessing you’re perceptive enough to figure out that I’m not the best example of a well-adjusted person.”
“Hmm,” she says, leaning toward me. “I don’t know. You seem fairly well-adjusted to me. What does your girlfriend think?”
I close the small distance between our faces and whisper, “If you want to know if I’m dating someone, just ask me.”
“I think I just did,” she whispers back. “But if you want me to ask again, I’ll be at that table over in the corner.”
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