It was Celeste’s turn to look a little puzzled. “I…well, I guess I’m not entirely sure. Most first dates suck. They’re either really awkward and no one talks, or only one person does. The only thing I remember about my time with Ben is that he said I couldn’t pull off red lipstick.” She made a face, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I haven’t worn it since. Hell of a thing to say to your date.” After a moment, she shook her head as if she could get rid of the memory. “Either way, it’s just—well, it’s a very normal thing to do, and if I’m going to be immortal in a few months, I want to enjoy my last weeks of normalcy.”
I wrinkled my nose when she’d brought up Ben, displeased not only that she was thinking of him but that the man had the audacity to put her down, even on a first date. I kne
