He laughs and switches lanes. “All right. So, favorite song?””Ever?”He nods. I bite my lip and watch the just-budding trees flash by outside.”I don’t think I’ve found it yet.”His mouth twists with a smile I’ve never seen before. And I’ve seen every smile.”That’s the right answer

He laughs and switches lanes. “All right. So, favorite song?””Ever?”He nods. I bite my lip and watch the just-budding trees flash by outside.”I don’t think I’ve found it yet.”His mouth twists with a smile I’ve never seen before. And I’ve seen every smile.”That’s the right answer (Michelle Painchaud, Pretending to Be Erica)