“So, you’re like an influencer,” I say. He shoots me an annoyed look and gathers his things. “You are! Do you post shirtless pics? Nude photoshoots? Puck covering the goods?” “I’m out.” He’s already heading to the door. “Was it something I said?” He doesn’t answer. “I just want to know if you skated nude promoting a cereal box!” The door slams shut, and I laugh so hard I clutch my stomach.
