“I’ll send you a video of what I end up doing with it. Hopefully you can make time to watch it in between binge-watching episodes of The Silver Vixens and crying your eyes out.” “I am not crying my eyes out.” My eyes flicker over her face for an extra beat before I turn around. “You’re a real asshole sometimes,” she calls out. “See you next Sunday. Or not. I’m sure you’ll be real busy and everything.” I don’t bother looking back, although I throw her one last goodbye wave from over my shoulder. She mutters something inaudible before saying, “You know what? I’m going with you.” Gotcha.
