“Oh.” I blinked. “But why did he spell it out?” I heard Larkin snort behind us. “Taylor, you’re like, so old, man.” “No he’s not,” Holt snapped, glaring back at him. I chuckled. “I mean, I probably act older than I am. I’m definitely not down with the kids or anything.” “Down with the kids,” Larkin muttered with a snicker. “You’re, like, kind of cool in that totally not-cool dorky way, you know? Like your sneakers. They’re so tragic it’s almost an ironic statement.”
