–Grant: It has nothing to do with me. I told her she didn’t have to, but she said she wanted to get the project done today. She probably doesn’t trust Larry. He fucked up once before, and she had to come in and fix it.
–Emmett: Can we fire him?
–Grant: You’ll have to take it up with her, since he started to report to her.
Grant isn’t getting himself stuck between Emmett and Amy. He isn’t stupid.
–Sebastian: Don’t be so sad about missing it. I can’t go either. Got a hot date with Luce.
I can just hear Seb’s laughter.
–Emmett: Stop rubbing it in.
–Sebastian: I wasn’t rubbing. Just pouring the salt, but not rubbing it in. Speaking of dates, she told me Nicholas’s girl is a babe.
Not just a babe. A goddess.Mygoddess.
–Noah: So you finally went for it. Good for you.
–Me: She’s divine.
–Griffin: So what changed?
–Me: She’s not with that guy anymore.
Who didn’t deserve her in the first place. What an asshole. Not good in bed—yeah, right. Bet his dick is too soft to do the job.
Actually, no. I’m not going to think about her and her ex in bed. It’s nauseating.
–Noah: I don’t know why you let something like another guy get in your way for so long. Boyfriends can be disposed of. Which you apparently did, because she’s with you, not him.
–Me: She was also too young.
–Sebastian: How young?
–Griffin: Jail bait?
–Me: Eight years younger.
–Emmett: WTF? You serious?
–Sebastian: I think I just peed my pants laughing.
–Me: Shut up.
–Grant: You’re sad, bro.
–Griffin: It’s only eight years.
–Me: That’s almost a decade.
–Sebastian: So? She’s legal.
–Me: You don’t understand. I met her at her high school graduation. She still had some baby fat, for God’s sake! I was in my mid-twenties!
And my attraction to her felt criminal.
–Sebastian: Again, so? Luce is nine years younger.
