“How’s it going with Scotty?” he asked me, his tone as disinterested as a rock observing a river. I stared straight ahead, my reply more frozen than my fingers. “Fantastic.” “Really,” he bit out. “Yep. He’s sweet, kind, and attentive. Treats me like an equal.” I clenched my jaw. “How about you? Any lady friends lately?” “A few.” “Good for you.”
Oh cmon
