She quits scrolling. “I don’t get it.” “It’s too stupid to even explain.” “Please try.” “Patrick—the one we call the Kansas Kid—has this pathetic habit of falling in love after knowing a chick for, like, ten seconds. And once he falls, he does this love bombing thing with romantic messages and flowers—” “Don’t judge him. You get me flowers all the time.” “Twice,” I growl. “That doesn’t count as all the time.”
