“What does DC smell like?” Rick asked.
Tilly kept her eyes on the road, pretending she had missed the question. She knew he would ask again, but she had learned to cherish these silent interstices. They didn’t happen often.
She never played her music when she drove because Rick always found something to say about it, and although it was inconvenient, moments like this made it worth it.
If it weren’t so dangerous to look at Rick directly, to encourage him, she’d steal a glance just to see how happy he was. It was enviable how radiant he looked when his voice was filling a room. Or her damn ear. His mouth would just erupt, his lips spreading like wings, his teeth emerging like a butterfly from chrysalis, a smile pouring forth, transfiguring his entire face. She wished she could smile like
