“Can you go calm your boyfriend down before he strains a neck muscle or something?” She doesn’t move from her spot. “He can wait.” Great. “If you’re interested in Lorenzo, you can tell me. I won’t judge you.” Consider me surprised. “Really?” “Of course. I want you to be happy.” “Even if I’m happy with Lorenzo?” She doesn’t look too excited when she nods, but maybe her strained expression has more to do with Julian drilling a hole into the sides of our faces. “Don’t worry.” I spare her from answering my question. “I don’t want anything to do with him.”
