I considered Ren and the dance floor one last time before saying, “Watership Down.”
“What?”
“My favorite novel.”
He snorted. “Isn’t that about rabbits?”
“It’s about survival,” I said. “I’ll tell you about it over coffee.”
I began to walk down the street, hearing the clatter of his shoes on the pavement as he rushed to catch up with me.
“Well, bunnies aside, at least you’re original.”
“I’m sorry?” I didn’t look at him but continued at a fast clip along the deserted block.
“Every girl I know says Pride and Prejudice. Or some other Jane Austen tale of class-obstructed love, conflict, and—insert longing sigh here—marriage.”