“Right, maybe it's time to send him the protocol?” I hesitate.
“The protocol?” I hear her feet stop. “It's serious then.”
“He makes me so happy, Meena.” I smile despite myself.
“And I’m happy for you. He’ll have the protocol in the next thirty seconds.”
“Thirty seconds? Don't you have to customize it for everyone?” Even WRB isn’t that efficient yet.
Meena huffs out a laugh. “I prepared Oliver's protocol thefirst time you mentioned him, without any context, five times in an official call.”
“I do not talk about Oliver that much,” I grumble, still smiling.
“Mmm-hmm. It's on its way…” she says, distracted. “Sent.”
“What already? I needed to talk to him about it.”
“Well, you should have talked to him before talking to me, dumbass,” she teases. “I gotta go. Tell him he'd better not break your heart or else.”
“Don't you think you've threatened him enough?” I complain.
“That's why I'm threatening you.”
She hangs up before I can argue.
I’m about to exit the cafe, where I’m supposed to be having breakfast with Nick, when he walks in. He parks his ass in the chair opposite me.
“I have to leave early,” I tell him.
“What? Why?”
“I asked Meena to send Oliver the protocol—”
“And she already sent it?” Nick interrupts.
“What—How?”
“Dude, I'm surprised she didn't send it months ago,” Nick rolls his eyes.
“I wanted to give Oliver a chance to make the decision.”
“That guy has been in love with you since the first time I met him. You’re crazy if you couldn't see that,” Nick says.
I smile. We’ve said I love you to each other many times now, but hearing that other people can see it makes my heart soar with happiness. “Well, I still didn't want to hurry things.”
Nick shakes his head like I’m hopeless. “You've been dating for months, Matt, and there are so many things he doesn’t knowabout us. About you.”
“I’ve told him things,” I defend.
Nick doesn’t even acknowledge it. “Good thing he has werewolf godmothers and godfathers to guide him through this treacherous journey.”
I roll my eyes. “Anyway, now he’ll know everything. Why did you want to meet so early anyway?” I ask, changing the topic. I’m fidgeting to leave already.
“Do you know there are only three hundred and ninety-five aware humans living in Los Angeles?” he asks mysteriously.
“Umm…okay?”
“And Oliver's friend Elliot isn’t one of them,” he continues.
