“Why don’t you call your girlfriend?” Kristina yells. The music is really loud.
“Nah,” I say.
“Just because,” I say. God. Life was a lot simpler a few hours ago when she thought I was just an asexual seasponge.
“Why? So you can gloat about how you guessed?”
“I don’t gloat.”
“Anyway, you’d have never known if I didn’t tell you in the first place. You’d think I was still an androgynous bookworm.”
“Hold on. You’re not an androgynous bookworm?” she asks, and pulls out her phone.
- A.S. King – Ask the Passengers