“He laughs at your jokes,” Evander said, his body so close I could feel his breath on my skin. “He finds me funny,” I offered, focusing on the dancers and not on the heat radiating from the man behind me. “You’re not,” he said. “Your jokes are shit, and you’re the only one who laughs at them.” “You’re an asshole.” “Yes, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re not funny,”
