A Secret Life

"What’s your favorite breakfast food?" Roman’s deep, rumbling voice sliced through the heavy air of the car, officially kicking off our game.

I turned my head slightly toward him, a small, tentative smile touching my lips. "French toast," I answered without hesitation. "What’s your favorite hat?"

Roman chuckled, the sound rich and warm in the confined space of the sports car. "Fez."

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