Fletcher’s mustache quivers but his eyes give nothing away. “Go on.”
“The guy after that started getting spam text messages about everything from erectile dysfunction to porn sites from a slew of unknown numbers, one on top of the other, to the point that he tried to shut his phone off, and instead, it started screamingI send dick picsand he had to ask the chef to drop it in boiling oil to get it to shut up.”
“Like that old virus that bricked half the phones in the world a few years ago?”
“Exactly. Like someone with a trust fund and ridiculous standards paid a hacker to make it happen for my date.”
More poker face.
I wonder if he’s taking notes.
Silas is ignoring us, but Nina’s leaning around him to listen in.
Also—it was undeniably Silas.
His nanny at the time called me the day after she quit and started asking questions about my date that were too specific.
Way too specific.
I thought he was making it up, but also, it’s Silas, so I wanted to warn you, she’d said.
“The pinnacle of douchiness, though, was when he insisted on a double date at the fair, bullied my date who was afraid of heights into getting on the Ferris wheel, and then paid the operator to stop the ride for twenty minutes while we were at the top.”
Nina gasps.
Crew makes a noise behind me.
I smile brightly at Fletcher. “But now I have you! It’s so awesome that you’re teammates. He has to get along with you.”
The ’stache twitches again. I think it might have saluted me.
As it should.
“He whines most on leg day,” Fletcher says. “I’ll have Coach double his squats and presses.”
“My hero.”
“No, no, don’t eat yet,” Rosalia chides as Crew starts to dig intothe batch of freshly fried tortillas she sets in front of him. “One last step.”
No.
Is she serious?
She grins at my face. “One last step,” she repeats.
“Donoteat yet,” I agree. “It’s not done.”
This might be my best date in even more than two years.
I’ve gone from Gleeful Revenge Goldie to full-up Giddy Goldie in ten seconds.
Sometimes, I’m still a little kid.
Eating the cheese dip here is one of those times.
But not because cheese dip is a special indulgence I don’t let myself have. It’s more because of how it’s served.
And Rosalia is pulling out the Everclear—don’t judge—which is a massive indication of what’s coming next, and which I seriously hadn’t expected in this class.
