On their way home, inside the car, Princess was the one driving while Faye was sitting in the passenger seat.
Faye was eating a mango popsicle. She looked outside the window; the sky was dark. It was past midnight. The cold wooden stick felt smooth between her fingers as she took another bite, the sweet juice cooling her tongue.
Then she stared at Princess, who wasn't looking at her. Her face hadn't been smiling since the scene in the kitchen. Princess kept her hands locked at ten and two, her knuckles white against the leather of the steering wheel.
"So... wh..."
"If you're trying to ask about what happened in the kitchen, it wasn't anything romantic. We were just talking about stuff," Princess said.
