Romance is a joke

Previously

…Amelia’s heart gave a little flutter, a sensation she’d long since learned to suppress. The cynicism that had been her shield was starting to feel more like a cage. And Finn, with his wit and his shared jadedness, was offering her a key. “I think,” Amelia said, standing and meeting his gaze, her own carefully constructed walls feeling a little less formidable, “that sounds like an excellent plan.” As they walked towards the exit, leaving behind the pulsating energy of Cupid’s Arrow, Amelia couldn’t quite shake the feeling that the joke might, just possibly, be on her. And for the first time, that thought didn’t feel like a punchline. It felt like the beginning of something else entirely.