Page 106 of Let's Kiss and Tell

“Would you rather—”

“Wait, what is this?” I interrupt. “You have to answer them too!”

“Okay, okay…hmm…” Lucy thinks. “Yeah, I’d rather be rich. Too much pressure when you’re famous.”

“Agreed.”

“Would you rather always be hot or always be cold?” she asks.

“Cold. Hands down,” I answer. “I hate being hot.”

“It’s like when you’re cold, you can layer up,” she agrees. “But when you’re hot…like that’s it. You’re fucked.”

“So fucked,” I say. “Would you rather eat pizza every day for a year or never eat pizza for the rest of your life?”

“Wait, I love pizza.” Lucy pouts. “I guess…every day?”

“That’s so much pizza.”

“Well, no! Not technically,” she bargains. “Because there are so many different flavors and variations. You can also make a cauliflower crust if you want to be healthy.”

“Butis ithealthy?” I squint.

“Donotruin the concept of cauliflower crust pizza for me, Marshall!” She pushes me and then takes another bite of her roll. “Would you rather have to end your day with eating a raw onion or five cloves of garlic?”

I make a gagging noise. “I guess garlic? There are at least health benefits.”

“But your breath would be nasty.”

“Like an onion is any better?”

“Fair…” Lucy’s face scrunches. “Would you rather write a thriller or a rom-com?”

The question causes me to pause for a moment, and I wonder if what I’m thinking is even worth saying.

“Growing up I wanted to write a thriller,” I say.

“Wait, seriously?” Lucy says.

“Yeah.” I nod. “I just loved creative writing in high school and college but the uncertainty of a creative career path sort of scared me, so I pursued journalism.”

“Marsh, I had no idea!” She gapes. “Have you written anything I can read?”

“Oh god, no. I haven’t written anything since, I don’t know, junior year of college? But I love reading thrillers, so yeah, definitely writing a thriller.”

“Writing a book sounds so daunting,” she muses. “I mean, I wouldloveto but I’m not great at writing fiction.”

“I feel like with all of your articles combined, you’d have the length of a book.”

“Yeah, probably.” She laughs and then takes a sip of her sparkling water. “Okay, would you rather be the funniest person alive or the most attractive person alive?” Lucy asks.

“What’s it like being the most attractive person alive?”

“Shut up!” Lucy says, a tinge of pink now along her cheeks. “Next question.”

“Would you rather have a one-minute conversation with your past self or your future self?” I ask.

“Oh, that’s a good one.” She sets her lobster roll down. “I think my future self.”