Already happened, kids. Right here.
I feel like I need to be honest with you, Hanna.” He holds out his hand. “Come - I want to show you my playroom.”
“You have space for a pool table too? Wow, this place is really huge.”
He grabs hold of my ponytail as he steers me towards the door. “So naive,” he chuckles, and places a kiss on the nape of my neck, a kiss that thrills me to the tips of my toes. I don’t even smell ham this time.
“I have never shown another woman the inside of this room,” he says, as we reach the door of the playroom. It’s just a door - wood with a brushed steel handle. No heavy foreshadowing here.
Maybe that’s why I relax and maybe that’s why I’m shocked when he opens the door.
Pink. So much pink. The floor is pink. The walls are pink and covered with pink shelving units. The only thing that isn’t pink are the ponies, colourful plastic ponies who smile down at me from every available inch of wall space. I remember the toystore and suddenly I understand.
“Oh my God…” I gasp. “Oh my God. You’re a…”
I feel his hand on my shoulder. “Yes, Hanna. I’m a brony.”