He leaned on his elbows towards me, our gazes locked. “Which Spice Girl are you?”
“I mean, I look like Baby Spice.” I pointed at my pale hair. “But I think deep down, I want to be Ginger. I mean,” I rolled my eyes. “Everybody wants to be Ginger. You could never find the Ginger Spice Barbie. She was the coolest, the bravest, and she didn’t care what people thought. She was so badass.” I sighed.
He listened with a smile on his face, like I was talking about the most interesting thing in the world.
“She wore this one dress, it was a Union Jack and it was so short that her black underwear was visible.” I said the last words in a whisper, holding eye contact with him. I shook my head. “I was just a kid but I couldn’t believe it. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen at the time.”
The gold
