Never. So back off. Forever. Okay?” “Prerogative, eh?” He chuckles, unwrapping a hunk of grape Bubble Yum and popping it into his mouth. “It’s an SAT word, so perhaps you’ve never heard it before.” Okay, that was a little I’m rubber and you’re glue, but I didn’t make it past my opening line as I was writing my script. “Oh, I know it. Seven twenty verbal,” he says, and then leans in close. The smell of grape gum wafts into my face, and I wrinkle my nose to block the odor. “But don’t tell anyone. Might ruin my ‘overcaffeinated child’ rep.”
