Silence hummed inside the car as neither Lola nor Atlas spoke a word since leaving the twins' school. He just drove slowly, waiting for her to start. As for Lola, she drew a deep breath before she turned to face the driver's seat.
"Atlas," she called, her hands tight on her lap. "Are you crazy about me?"
"Crazy is not the word I'd use."
Lola cleared her throat. "But you're inlo—you're interested in me, right?"
"That is what I've been telling you."
"Why?"
"Do I need a reason?"
"It just doesn't make sense to me." She shrugged. "Is it because your kids like me?"
"Do I have to repeat myself that my children's nagging rarely affects my decision?"
Lola leaned her back against the seat. "If not because of the twins, was it… my makeup? Do you kind of have this strange taste too?"
This time, he just gave her a slow side-eye. He didn't need words for her to understand that he found her idea ridiculous. She frowned a bit, humming while thinking about it.
