“You’re in an awfully good mood,” he observed. “Was there a sale at Khakis-R-Us?” I gave up on my artistic interpretation and turned to him. “Nope. Brayden broke up with me.” Adrian’s smirk faded. “Oh. Shit. I’m sorry. Are you… I mean, do you need a drink? Do you need to, uh, cry or anything?” I laughed. “No. Weirdly, I’m fine. It really doesn’t bother me at all. But it should, right? Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”
cry or something lol
