She cradles the bunny to her neck. Her ring is thin and gold and has a small, dull diamond in it. The man snorts. “Good way to get eat up,” he says. “With your goddamn eyes closed.” The woman hums, her head bending over the softness in her hands. She smiles at the man. She had seen something in him and, as women sometimes do with men like that, worked to bring it out. She smiles at him again. The bunny flutters like a heart.