What the Full Moon Knows

"You should stop coming back," he told her, which was a strange thing to say to someone he'd waited three years to hear from.

"You should stop being interesting," she said, and meant it as a joke until she heard how true it sounded out loud.

The moon was two nights from full, and he'd started counting the way she counted static bursts — not because he wanted to, but because some patterns write themselves into you whether you ask them to or not.

"Ask me again after the full moon," he said. "If you still want to."