Arden Finch

Arden had tucked her straw into her glass, and had taken a long sip of her chocolate shake when Cal started talking again. And inhaled wrong, trying not to cough as the mouthful of ice cream went down the wrong pipe.

Be cool, Finch. Be chilly. It's not what it sounds like. Like how this isn't a date. This is something else. Maybe a friend thing? Like a thank you? Yeah. Probably like a thank you. Be cool.

"O-oh?" she asked, still fighting down the cough. "Like what?"