She smiled at me. By the Architect, she smiled at me.
My heart was beating faster than when I was in practice.
I pointed at the flower. “Do you know if that’s a weed?”
Her smile widened. “I am not certain, but it seems too pretty to be a weed.”
“You’d think that, wouldn’t you. But that’s how they get you. There’s these little yellow flowers…” I shook my head and swallowed. “But you aren’t here about buttercups.”