"We know," Alexa was quick to tell him as she carefully held up her little 'gift' and turned the words burned into the leather, around to face him as confusion was telltale in her eyes. She'd never been one to keep everything to herself and so thoughts were just blurted out. Still, she wasn't eager to just let go of it or worse, throw it away. "But know fucking what? That I kissed Johnny in second grade? That I'm wearing the shirt of my ex? That I'm so glad that this is my day off?" And days off should mean no dilemmas, no riddles and no patches of white fur that felt comfortable and alive for whatever reason.
The alive part alone, should have made her get rid of it, but to do so felt like a travesty. "It's probably just a joke. Or some weird hazing ritual straight out of a sorority." Or not.