don’t—we’re having fun. As friends,” I add, and his smirk doesn’t go away. “We don’t like each other.” “Are you sure about that?” “Of course I’m sure. Yeah, we’ve been spending more time together, but hanging out doesn’t mean we’re falling in love. She’s… it’s nice to be around someone so down to earth, you know? Someone who calls me out on my shit and isn’t afraid to go toe-to-toe with me. It’s refreshing, honestly.
