thick skin and elastic heart

“Oh dear, lucky me. A real boy is interested in me, that’s never happened before,” she said dryly.

“You have the target, you hit the target. Rather simple.”

“Cocky much?”

“Chicken out? You obviously don’t know me. Bring it.”

“Don’t know you, don’t have to. The way you hold it says everything about you.”

“I’m well aware of that, Cressida.”

“You definitely don’t look like you are.”

“You’re not going to hit me though, will you?”

“Why would I hit you?”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You look like a bunny-lamb crossover and like the wind could take you anytime.”

“Is that a serious question?”

“Have I made myself not clear?”

“Seriously? I’m not a daughter of a quitter.”

“Oh really? Guess looks can deceive.”

“Look, just um, I need you to go through it again.”

“Any why would I bother?”

“And where was it before you picked it up?”

“Here and there. Do you want it or not?”

Sighing, Aspen glanced around. “Thank you anyway. If you see her can you tell her I was looking for her?”

“Can’t survive five minutes without your other half? You won’t always be together you know.”