“I guess anything very dark.” I say and he laughs.
“Of course it is.” He says and I roll my eyes, nudging him with my shoulder.
“Okay what’s yours then, Judge Jonny?” I ask and he makes a face at the nickname.
“Forest Green.” He answers right away and I shake my head.
“Typical wolf.” I respond as he shoots me a look.
“Favorite number?” He asks.
“Zero” I answer and he just looks at me in disbelief.
“Your favorite color isn’t actually a color and your favorite number isn’t a number.” He states. I scoff, feeling a bit too judged now.
I mean, we don’t know each other and these are stupid questions. Why is he judging my answers? What would he think if he truly got to know me? To know what I have done?
I shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts. He isn’t being rude, just being h
