Diana frowned.
“I don’t want to wear a silver tracksuit,” she answered simply.
“No one does,” Luna answered emphatically, “but it’s the future now, it’s what we’re supposed to wear.” She went quiet for a moment, flicking her own cigarette out into the dark. “Do you think about the future much?” she at last asked.
Once more, Diana’s brow creased.
“Not really.”
Luna scoffed.
“You probably do. You were probably picking out dresses and rings with Steven until he dumped you.”
She felt her face warm with sudden blush.
“He didn’t dump me,” she protested, “I dumped him.”
Luna shook her head.
“He dumped you,” she said firmly. “If you had dumped him, you’d be with someone else by now, but you’ve been single all year.”
She stopped abruptly, looking at her friend with wide eyes, and, accord
