“What was that back there?” she repeats. “What was what?” I head toward the food, since drinks are no longer an option. “You were kind of a dick to Noah.” I take a plate and start piling food onto it. “You think?” “Yes. I think.” “But would you say I was the bigger dick?” “He wasn’t—” She catches it a little too late, and her smile wins. “You’re an idiot.” “You mean I have a bigger dick.”
