she poked it with her fork as if she expected it to jump off her plate and run away . i unplug them and shove them along with my clothes down into my bag . i know , they 're different , but whatever . he says , throwing his hat off to the side . he moved closer to me , the cold air that always surrounded him , making me even colder . `` what did she do for you , with her friendship ? `` is n't that the definition of impossible ? '' 