I swallow, then blurt, “What about a movie? Have you seen Thanksgiving?”
She shakes her head and cracks the beer open, practically gulping it down. “Plus, I kinda lost the vibe to stare at a screen for hours.”
I nod even though I don’t have a better idea.
“What do you want me to talk about?” I ask, leaning back slightly.
She shrugs. “I don’t know… tell me things about you. I feel like I don’t know you, even after two years.”
“Okay… ummm…” My brain stutters, and I fidget with the fork.
“What’s your favorite color?” she interrupts, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “Let’s start from the classics.”
“Black.”
She rolls her eyes. “Predictable.” She takes another gulp of her beer. “What NHL team are you gunning for?”
“Bruins,” I answer.
“So you intend to be a Boston rat,” she tuts, th
