“I don’t know what’s worse,” I sigh, “That Alexa only trusted you to keep her transition a secret, or that I would only find out because her plan fell apart.”

“Hey now,” she says, pulling my hand toward the door, “You’re doing a good job at being Alexa!” Not convinced at her first attempt, she tries again, “Would you believe you’re only slightly more crabby than her on a typical day?” I can’t help but laugh, “Is there any reason I shouldn’t hitch a ride back home now?”