“Whatever.” She uncrossed her arms, scooped up her mug of orange juice, and took a hearty gulp. “I already hated your guts by that point, anyway.” “Because you overheard what I said when you arrived at the field?” He dropped his head back on a groan. “I knew it.” “Why else would I have mouthed the words ‘fuck you’ before introductions were made?” “I don’t know, I just figured you hate redheads.” “I do. But only when they’re named Robbie.” “Very specific of you.” “It’s who I am.”
