her tiny, tinny speaker is running out of battery. it sits on the forest floor, plugged into your equally dying discman, spitting out songs from the mixtape you had found abandoned in a little girl's long forgotten bedroom.

even with the volume down so low you can barely hear it, and even with lev sitting silently against a tree watching the two of you, she takes your hand, spinning you under her arm like a teenager at a school dance.

"having fun yet?" she grins, however ironic.