The questions were ridiculous, the answers made no sense, and you couldn’t fail if you wanted to. Yet somehow he kept picking the wrong answer. “Question six. Which best describes your relationship: (a) a glass of water, (b) a book, (c) an umbrella, or (d) ice cream?” See? “Do I get a hint?” Zoë thought it over as she flipped to the back of the Cosmo to peek at the answers. “Okay. What do you think of when you think of water?” “Wet?” “No. What color is it?” “There is no color.” “So what color is that?” “I don’t know what—” “‘Choosing water means that you value the transparency of your relationship,’” she read. “‘You and your lover hide nothing from each other and, like the elemental simplicity of water, you need add nothing to it to make it complete. It is pure and timeless in nature and like the natural world it requires’ blah, blah, blah…anyway, it goes on like that. Too Mother Earthy for me. You didn’t pick that one, did you?”
