We hit traffic, so I asked her if we could play a game. We decide on ‘Would you rather?’
“I’ll go first,” I say. “Would you rather go swimming with sharks or learn how to charm a snake?”
She stares at me, either taking the game very seriously or shocked that my first question isn’t even a question in her eyes.
“That’s easy. Swim with sharks. I HATE snakes.” I nod, agreeing. Snakes are the worst.
“Okay, my turn. Would you rather be able to breathe underwater or fly through the air?”
I crick my neck while I think. “Fly through the air. I’d rather be Superman than Aquaman.”
She c***s an eyebrow at me. “Even with all the hot mermaids?”
I mean, I didn’t think about that but… “Nah, if I was Superman, I’d have a chance intergalactically.”
She snorts out a laugh and I wink. “My turn. Would
