Nina’s the one who helps me get ready. “Wear my green dress,” she tells me. “The one with the spaghetti straps. You look so hot in that dress. Think about it. You can wear one of your grandma cardigans over it, so he suspects nothing. You get inside, and oh, what’s that? It’s so warm in here. You take off the cardigan, and boom. He’s overcome with lust. You fuck on the floor of the Starbucks.” “You’re hereby fired as my life coach.”
