“Which one is best?” “Which donut is worth millions of dollars?” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Not sure we’ve got anything like that.” “No. Which donut, when paired with two hundred and fifty million dollars, will help me avoid finding a meaningful career and forget all about men? Bonus points if that donut could also go to my sister’s wedding with me.”
That’s not even flirting at that point it’s a proposition
