“Okay, what is up with that weird smile on your face?” Alex asked Eliza, handing a controller to her.
Eliza got comfortable on the couch after putting her hair up in a messy bun. “What weird smile?”
“That.” He pointed at her. “Right now. On your face.”
She laughed. “Shut up.”
“Did something good happen today?’ Alex sat next to her and they waited for the game to boot on the television in front of them.
“No?”
His eyes flickered to her, a frown adorning his face.
“Uh-huh,” he muttered. “And that bracelet around your wrist just appeared out of nowhere.”
Immediately, she tugged the sleeve of her sweater down past her wrist to hide it. She resolutely fixed her gaze on the television, pressing furiously on the button that would start the game so her best friend would stop talking.
“Did
