“Okay, you’re at the club, right? There’s, like, a sick R&B song playing or whatever. You’re vibing.” I start bopping my head to nonexistent music. He stares at me in dismay. “Oh no. I’m not approaching you if that’s how you’re dancing.” I stare back. “Do you want me to play your game, or can I go find Ryder and be on my way—” “Fine, let’s continue. You ready?”
