Cassie
I regretted asking about the penguin approximately three seconds after Brett answered.
Because you gave him to me.
There were plenty of perfectly reasonable responses to that. I could have sent a laughing emoji. I could have made another joke about the penguin having character. I could have reminded Brett that I’d won the stupid thing by accidentally knocking over three milk bottles after he spent fifteen dollars trying and failing.
Instead, I stared at his message like he’d written something profound.
He hadn’t.
That was what made it worse.
“Cassie.”
I looked up.
Sophia stood across the kitchen island holding two shirts against herself.
“Blue or black?”
“What?”
“For tonight.”
“Oh. Black.”
“You didn’t even look.”
“Black is always safe.”
She dropped both shirts onto t
