“Oh, fantasy, science fiction, stuff like that. Superheroes. Stories about people like me. Not so much with the comic books. It never seemed like they lasted long enough.” She doodled the tip of one finger through a puddle of condensation. “Reading’s always been my escape, I suppose, for when the world was too much for my little mind.”
“Mhm,” he brought his drink to his lips again. He never liked to read fiction, mostly books about mathematics or engineering concepts, but he could understand an activity being some kind of escape from reality. “So, boring stuff?” he teased, flashing her another grin.
“Only to someone with no imagination,” she shot back, bumping him with her shoulder. “That your problem? No imagination?”