“Then I stopped and he was looking at my hair, like maybe not even listening, and I blushed like a beet, which I hate. Beets, that is. I threw up once eating raw beets. Stupid. Why did I even do that? It’s like eating raw potatoes. And Leo was staring and didn’t seem to care about me being a speed-talking beet, like maybe he didn’t hear a thing... and was mostly interested in my eyes and hair and how I got sauce on my cheek, which he wiped off.”
