“Wow. Nice bike,” I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.”
“Wow. You look…really nice today. Did you do something different?” Only a thirty-four-year-old virgin, I thought.”
“Wow," Liv said, when I dropped the mallet back into the drawer. "That looked like fun. I call dibs on the next over-the-top destruction of evidence.”
“He looked at me now."Remember I said, 'what if I didn't want to fix your bike?'"I remembered. "Yes...""I didn't want to fix it, because I liked driving you places.”
“Travis walked in, and froze in the doorway. “Wow.”“You look amazing,” he said as I slid on my heels.”
“I have been thinking about the girl I met last night in the mirror: dark on the marble-ivory white: glossy black hair: deep suspiring eyes in which one's glances sink because they are nervous, curious, turned to sexual curiosity.”