I slide my shades on. “So what are we rehearsing for?” “None of your business.” Once again, I seek out Kenji because he seems more level-headed. “NUABC,” he supplies. “What the fuck’s New Absey?” Diana huffs in annoyance. “It’s the National Upper Amateur Ballroom Championships.” “You say that like I’m supposed to know what it is—” I stop. “Wait, actually I do know what that is.” “Bullshit.” “Seriously. My ex competes.”
