“Don’t be. I love you dearly, Gabe, but even you have to admit that patting my head like a household pet would not strengthen a friendship.”
She gave him a grin before leaning back against him. "Coming to my house when I'm sad and bringing ice cream and diet Sprite."
After about half an hour, he would feel a pressure on his shoulder where she had fallen asleep, her black hair escaping her ponytail and tickling the skin on his neck.
