I kinda need you here with me.” “I’m intrigued.” “I need to buy presents for Ava and her dad,” I say, putting on my sweatpants. “Could you say that again?” “Why?” I ask, grabbing a tee from the closet. “Because I honestly think I’m losing my shit. My best friend wants to buy gifts for his girl and her dad. For his girl and her dad. Colt, are you shitting me?” “No.” I pull on my T-shirt. “She’s not my girl. We’re just…seeing each other.” “Seeing each other? Thompson, can you tell me the truth for once?”
