“Listen, you’re a good hooman, and good hoomans are hard to come by.”
“I’m not a good— What did you call me?”
“Stop that,” the Stranger scolded. “You can’t help who your heart likes. Trust me, I know. But you can be honest with yourself.”
“I can do that.”
“And you can be honest with them. Both of them.”
“I liked the first part better when it was just myself,” Oliver joked, but the Stranger wasn’t laughing.
“What did you think would happen?” she asked.
“Honestly, with all that’s been on my mind, it’s not something I’ve been trying to think about.”
“And yet here you are, sitting in a booth in a nondescript tavern, talking to me.”
“And yet here I am, sipping a drink with my new friend… I never got your name.”
“So, what will you do? Who will you choose?” The Stranger was now invested
