Jax
Did I tell you how well she got along with Becca?
Me
Yep.
At least half a dozen times.
Jax
Nah. Couldn’t be that many.
Me
I don’t delete texts, man. I can go back and count if you’d like.
Jax
That’s okay. Let’s move on.
I snort as I buckle my seatbelt. It’s been a long five days in New York City, and I’m anxious to get back home. Brand deals are a necessary evil in professional sports, and while they definitely pad my bank account, it’s a tremendous amount of peopling for my neurodiverse brain.
Jax
Audrey suggested we name our next dog Nimbus.
Me
Like the cloud?
Jax
Yeah.
Me
You should get one of those big white malamutes or something. Then it would actually look like a cloud.
Jax
Holy shit, that’s a fantastic idea.
Disregard. Becca is not on board with the floofy cloud idea.
Me
Floofy cloud.
Jax
A floofy cloud dog is a better way of describing a white ball of fur than calling it a cotton ball. Both are accurate, but one is more appealing.
Me
We’ve been friends for too long, because I’m starting to understand the way your mind works.
Jax
