Brayden looked indignant. “Of course not. I work almost every day at a coffee shop.” “A coffee shop,” repeated Adrian, managing to convey a million shades of disapproval in his tone. “I see.” He glanced over at me. “I suppose it could be worse.” “Adrian—” “Well, it’s not like I’m going to work there forever,” protested Brayden. “I’ve already been accepted to USC, Stanford, and Dartmouth.” Adrian nodded thoughtfully. “I guess that’s respectable. Although, I’ve always thought of Dartmouth as the kind of school people go to when they can’t get into Yale or Harv—”
adrian out here being a menace
