Wesley looks over at me with a cautious smirk. “There may have been a few times when I was in between jobs. It's been years, and it isn't something I want to do now."
Say what? “Uh, pause. Were you going to tell me this little tidbit?"
“Later," he says. “I'll show you." I feel the need to fan myself with a napkin at the thought of what Wesley might show me later.
“Hot," Layla says through a fake cough. “Are there any other talents I should know?"
“Nope, that's all."
“Well, we know you can drink milk, so that's something," I joke.
“Funny enough, I can't drink milk. I'm lactose intolerant."
“What?" I snap. It's like everything has been a lie. A complete and utter lie. Udder lie. Ha. “How is that possible? Were you not drinking milk during your commercials back in the day?"
“Sometimes, but then I paid the consequence an hour later. My mom traveled around with a bag of air freshener and potpourri, chasing after me to conceal the truth of my nature."
“Well, for this job, you don't have to drink the milk, so don't worry," Layla continues.
“Drink ‘the' milk? So there is milk involved?" I rebound on her slip up.
“I said he doesn't have to drink milk. Relax," she says, taking a massive bite of her sandwich, enough to fill her mouth so she can't speak.
“Do you trust your roommate, Maddy?" Wesley asks me. I feel like I’ve made this clear to him already, but he doesn’t seem to be picking up on my not-so-subtle hints.
“Shug ugh, youw cawin hur Maey?" Layla sputters through her full mouth.
“Dude, swallow your food," I tell her.
“No, I'm sorry. The answer to your question, Wesley, is no. I don't trust Layla. Look what she put me through with those dates? She is an annoying friend and not trustworthy."
“What the hell?" She shouts after swallowing her oversized bite. “I know I'm annoying, but you can't trustme?"
I laugh, but only because I have about a hundred legitimate reasons to back up my statement. “We're roomies and friends, Mads. That's so wicked rude. You're rude," she says, snarling. She's kidding, but I'm not.
“Whatever," Wesley interjects. “What's the worst she can do?"
“Don't tempt her … trust me. Things can always—"
“Shh, don't speak," Layla tells me.
