Ava went ahead a couple steps before realizing Lydia had stopped. She put her fingers fully into her shallow pockets and turned back to her friend. 
	Her grin only widened at Lydia’s response. She watched the girl tie her shoe as if the distraction could hide her from the topic. Ava glanced down the street as the choking rev of a motorcycle answered the girl’s statement.
	“And Grams says [i]I’m[/i] supposed to be psychic!” Ava chortled at the timing of the sound during Lydia’s short pause.
	She eagerly started back down the sidewalk when the other girl stood, apparently satisfied with the tightness of her shoelace. Ava glanced over as Lydia fell into step beside her and tacked on her statement “for the record.”
	“Denial,” Ava said through a feigned coughing sneeze. She sniffled and wiped at her nose to enhance the effect. Grinning, she shrugged lightly. “You’re too good for him, anyway. Now c’mon, Hoodie Queen.”  Ava removed her fingers from her pockets, turned, and started jogging backwards. “I’ll race you to Jason’s block!”