Later, they lay on their backs, their shoulders pressed together, laughing up at the charcoal sky. There were tears running down the side of Owen’s face.
“Wait,” he said, trying to catch his breath, the whole thing inexplicably hilarious. “You live in London now?”
“Yeah,” she said, curling into him, giggling uncontrollably. “And you live in Seattle?”
“Yeah,” he said. “What’s so funny about that?”
“Nothing,” she said. “What’s so funny about London?”
“Nothing,” he said, and just like that, they began to laugh again.