“I might need babysitting.” “Look, I’m the first one to agree you’re a mess, but I think you should be fine. Just google shit if you run into big words.” “For Gravity, you tool bag.” “Oh, I don’t do kids.” “You just saved Gravity from sure death.” “I imagined she was a squirrel,” I quipped. “Seriously. My la vida is a little too loca to throw kids in the mix. No way.” “Well, I’ll need someone to help me with her while I look for work. Seeing as you’re the only non-stranger here, I only trust you.” She gave me a slow once-over. “Kinda. No offense.”
