"I'll think about it," she said. "With you. That's the part that changed. The with you."
Outside, snow tapped the glass doors like soft fingers. Inside, the mirror ball kept making ordinary people look briefly like constellations who had agreed to visit Ohio. Jake kissed her temple. Elena held his satin lapels for a second just because she could, a gesture that had become their private punctuation.
"I got you," she said.
"That's supposed to be my line," he said.
"We share," she said.
Mikey tugged their sleeves with sugar on his breath.
"Cocoa tribunal," he announced. "It's tradition. Traditions are laws for nice people."