“Fine. I’ll play along. What am I settling?” Shane slides his hands in the rear pockets of his jeans and rocks back on his heels. “Which pickup line you would respond better to.” “You’re practicing pickup lines? Classy.” “We’re not practicing. We’re trying to determine which one of us is right. Spoiler alert: it’s me.” “I kind of have a feeling you’re both wrong,” I say helpfully.
