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"The exact color of old, dead grass."

I hum a noncommittal sound. "I feel like I need a picture, so I can judge for myself."

"There aren't any, so you're out of luck."

"There are no photos of you with your natural hair color?"

She shakes her head, scarlet hair swinging. "Nope. Emily may have one, somewhere. I hate having my picture taken, though. Always have. My life hasn't exactly lent itself to a lot of opportunities to be photographed, and I’ve never taken a selfie." She shrugs. "Least favorite food?"

"Ice cream."

She turns very, very slowly to face, shocked. "Excuse you, Satan?"

I snicker. "I hate ice cream. Makes my teeth hurt and gives me a headache. I've never had a flavor I liked."

"Rocky Road?"

"Gross."

"Chocolate with chunks of peanut butter?"

"Rather just have a Reece’s."

"Superman?"

"Hold the wheel while I vomit."

She just blinks. "Mint chocolate chip?"

"Toothpaste, but with little bits of shitty chocolate in it."

"Butter pecan?"

"Boring and gross."

"Jesus. The fuck is wrong with you?"

I laugh, and god it feels good to laugh. I honestly don't remember the last time I did. "A shorter list is what's not wrong with me." I scrape my hand over my scalp. "Favorite movie."

She rubs her hands together. "I love movies. My idea of a perfect night is a bucket of popcorn and a good movie. I'm a homebody at heart." A pause as she thinks. "I watch Princess Bride several times a year. Cheesy and dumb, I know, but I love Notting Hill. It's cute. I watch Die Hard every Christmas Eve. And…Lilo and Stitch is the most underrated Disney movie, along with The Emperor's New Groove." She lifts her chin at me. "Same question to you."

"Die Hard on Christmas Eve is an ongoing tradition for us at Club Sin because it's not Christmas till Hans Gruber falls off Nakatomi Plaza." I consider. "Terminator never fails. Fast Times At Ridgemont High."

She sputters a laugh. "Only because of Phoebe Cates, right?"

"Transformational movie for my brothers and I."

"It is iconic."

I think, tapping my thumb on the steering wheel. "If you could go on vacation anywhere, all expenses paid, for a month, where would you go?"

She frowns. "Hell if I know. I've never left the East Coast. Em and I took a week’s vacation in Myrtle Beach last summer. Tom paid for it. That was fun. I guess I'd go back there."

"Think bigger. This is all hypothetical. Where have you always wanted to go?"

"The easy answer is Paris. But I've read that it's underwhelming, and the people are rude."

"Still an amazing place to visit,” I answer. “I think it's only underwhelming for people who build it up in their minds to the best place in the world."