“Would you like it?”
“Only if, ya know, you don’t want it. I could pick another one.”
“Here.”
The apple floated my way. “Enjoy.” Then Artemis’s hand was in my palm.
“Thank you.” When I transferred the fruit to my right hand to bring it to my mouth, his hand stayed in the other. “You have big hands,” I said.
“The better to catch the juice from your chin.” The act of his big hand doing so didn’t startle me, nor did the sound when he slurped up what he’d gathered.
“I eat like a toddler. Shawn said so.”
“Your robust enjoyment is delightful.”
“Thanks.” I wiped my own chin. “So, who spelled you to make you invisible? Is it rude to ask?”
“My father first cast the spell when I was two years old. I often wonder what I look like, Otto. Is my hair golden like yours? Are my eyes a similar shade of summer afternoon sky?”
“Surely, someone told you.” As if thumbing through the Hair and Eye Color Change App on my phone, I tried a bunch of different looks for Artemis in my head.