When she finished eating, Sinda left in search of something to drink, leaving Kyer and me alone for the first time all morning. I gave him a sideways look from the corner of my eye and was pleased to find him already looking back over the top of his bowl. A faint smile toyed around the corners of his mouth. For a full minute after the door had shut behind Sinda, we were silent.
Then, quietly, Kyer admitted, “I don’t think I really like her.”
I glanced at him sharply, and a playfulness in his eyes made me smile. “She’s…” I started, but I couldn’t think of anything nice to add to that, so I shrugged. With a shake of my head, I said, “Something else.”
Kyer smirked, which made me snicker, and the next thing I knew, we were both laughing hysterically. It wasn’t just Sinda—it was everything:
