“Were you even alive in the ’80s?” “Nope.” I tilted my chin up and grinned. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate vintage films.” He coughed out a surprised laugh. “Please don’t call anything created in the ’80s vintage. I may vomit.” I patted his bicep. His strong, hard bicep. “Don’t be ashamed. You, Owen Hebert, are one fine vintage piece.”
