"Rich. Rich is my type," Donna joked.

After a moment, though, her face fell, and she sank onto the bed beside him. "Think I'm swearing off relationships for a while, actually. Focus on other things." Not necessarily herself. That sounded silly.

"But all right. I'll be nice to the guy. For your sake." She grinned and bumped his shoulder with hers. "But I reserve the right to smack him if he gets handsy."