Her boots looked filthy and caked with loose mud, the pointed toes scuffed and stained. A giggle burst from Hana’s lips as hysteria bubbled near the surface. She clapped her hand over her mouth, wincing as the plastic bag hit her in the chin. “You’re stuck here,” she said, feeling a laugh work its way up her throat. “Will you dump me and walk home?” She snorted, the sound incongruous in the tension. “Sorry, sorry.” She squeezed the bridge of her nose between finger and thumb and concentrated on the pain of the pinch to refocus her.
“You think this is funny?” Logan’s jaw worked, creating lines in his cheek. Hana couldn’t look at him. She noticed a hole in his sock, his big toe peeking through. Something about the sight caused her to reach breaking point and laughter burst from her lips.
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