“Okay.”
“Excellent.” He sighed, long and loud.
“So…fess up. What’d you say to Sabine?”
He cleared his throat.
“I’m waiting.”
Something was muttered under his breath that I didn’t catch.
“Sorry?”
“I told her it was a pleasure to meet her,” he grumbled.
I gasped.
“It’s not that bad,” her replied defensively.
My eyes widened as I stared at him.
He finally glanced at me and then rolled his eyes.
“You did not,” I said, utterly aghast.
“Shut up.”
“Oh shit,” I breathed out. “What’d she say?”
“She slapped me and left.”
I almost laughed, but I covered it with a lot of coughing.
“It’s not funny.”
“No, it’s really not.” I agreed wholeheartedly. “Jesus.”
“You’re not helping.”
I flipped through the pictures again.
“Say something else.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know.”
“Should I say oh shit? ’Cause I’m thinking oh shit.”
“Jory—”
“Oh shit,” I breathed out again, my mouth falling open.
“It happens.”
“No,” I assured him, shaking my head.
“It does.”