Artemis Pov

She smiled and giggled while talking. Anyone could tell she enjoyed talking about it. Talking about little things, she loved little talks. Those were the things that got her blood rushing, those were the things that broke her dam. Her veins pulsated as she jabbed away.

“So who would you say is your favourite artist?” I asked her. Tilting her head, she brought the fries to her mouth tentatively.

“I’m only speaking from current music taste,” she assured me, to let me know ...