"Maybe," she says, and she stares off into space for a long moment, turning it over in her head before she takes another drag on her cigarette. "I ever tell you that I'm really scared of butterflies?" She looks at him. "I wasn't. Not before. Not until I was in Seventh grade, and we went to butterfly grove in Goleta. I got my first period that day and it was a whole thing. I was in the bathroom. And...there was a grey there. A guy your sort of age, maybe?" Bruises." She gestured to her own face. "All over his face."

She looks at him, her dark eyebrows drawn together. "You sure you want to hear this, Hop?"