“Late for what? I’m not going anywhere with you. Did you forget what happened the last time I was stupid enough to go anywhere with you?” “Yes, you are. No, I didn’t. And we’re going on a date.” She shook her head. “No, we’re not.” “Yes, we are.” “No.” “Yes.” “No!” She stomped her foot and pouted. “You can get dressed or go like that, Dream. I really don’t give a fuck, but I know you’ll feel responsible and probably cry if I murk every man who looks at you in that towel.”
