Chapter 14Tristan led them to a picnic bench behind the DMV for their lunch, positioned under a shady spot by an oak tree. Though it was still early, only eleven-thirty in the morning, Tristan said he was already far too hungry, and wanted to eat now anyway. “My wife has me on this new diet, where I skip breakfast and only eat after like, sixteen hours or something? I think she calls it intermittent fasting. I call it largely impractical. But don’t ever tell her I said that.”
Tristan smiled. It was so familiar Felicity had to look away. Thankfully, Dakota took up the reins of the conversation as she teased Tristan about this diet that sounded more like a math equation or a riddle than something truly effectual.
“And isn’t this technically breakfast?” Dakota asked, gesturing to his sandwi
