“Why do you look so surprised? My grandma planned an entire birthday party just to get me here for this. You didn’t think she’d convince me?” “Honestly, no.” “I’m going to tell her about your lack of faith. She won’t be pleased.” “Too late, I’m already texting her.” He glances up briefly from his phone with a shit-eating grin. “You’re texting my grandma?” “We talk often.” “Jesus Christ.” “Beverly loves me,” he says smugly. “I’m well aware.” “The feeling’s mutual.”
