“Yes!” Jumping to my feet, I jerk my fist into my side. “Fuck yeah!” “But you’ll have to ask her yourself.” “What? Nooo. Sarah!” “And see, that’s why I wouldn’t let you hold my purse. You’re afraid to ask a girl to be your girlfriend, so if someone tried to steal my bag, you’d be too afraid to fight them off.” “Sarah, please. Have you seen me play hockey? I’d knock ’em out.”
