"Take this?" Winter requested.
"Wha - ?" She handed me a brown rubber band. The rubber band that had held together the little pack of plastic utensils from Mr. Pickles.
"Put it on," she said.
I complied without asking - she would explain when she felt like it. The rubber band hung perfectly from my left wrist, just loose enough to be comfortable. I tilted my head a little, silently asking for her to give an explanation.
"Just wear it, okay?" she said.
I understood it to mean it was a token showing that she had found me equally as acceptable. I snapped it gently on the inside of my wrist; it stung just a little, but in an oddly pleasant and satisfying way. "Alright," I agreed. "It'll never come off."
She smiled, and seemed about to say something when my cell phone rang. I gave her an
