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“What in the hell are you wearing?”

“A costu her eyes “Because, as you knoe’re going to a Halloween party”

Her gaze scrutinizes my outfit—my pilot’s uniform that consists of a white shirt and a black tie, slacks, and shoes “And what are you supposed to be? Pilot Pete?”

I furrow ot hoht from Paris I’m Pilot Luke”

An annoyed sigh leaves her pretty pink lips

“Geez Louise, I need to make you watch more reality TV Pilot Pete is froe”

“I’ to Into jeans and a T-shirt”

“You’re not wearing a costuht?”

“Nope,” I say “We already talked about this”

“I thought you were joking! It’s a Halloween party Costumes are required”

I just laugh She sighs

“You’re going to feel so stupid when you’re the only one there without a costume”

“I highly doubt it” I swirl etup she has on “What are you supposed to be anyway? Soo dancer or some shit?”

She puts a defiant hand to one hip “I’m a Fantana”

“I’ht now?”

“I’irls!” she exclaims and holds both hands out in the air “You know, the drink Fanta It’s a soda”

“Ohh, yeah I think I reain?”

To my utter enjoyment, Ava pulls a bottle of yellow Fanta fro and shake her hips “Don’t you wanna…wanna Fanta?”

I s of beer, and toss the now-ereat Maybe a little too great Kind of ree, to be honest Also, and this is just e Fanta is the best”

She rolls her big, angelic eyes and tsks her lips “I look like shit in orange, so I had to go with yellow But this is not like Columbia”

“Really? Because you look liketo the same bar and you have a particularly booze-desperate look in your eye—just like you did that night”

“We’re not talking about that night right now”

“Okay, fine We’ll cooing on Why are we spiraling this time?”

She huffs out a breath that blows loose strands of her blond hair out of her face “Have you ever seen theDate?”