“Um, well, shit… go, Sim!” I laughed, and he joined in as he waved for the bartender to bring champagne and apple juice for me. Blair started to fan herself as she looked him directly in the eyes. He never broke eye contact, as he stared straight into her eyes. “I told you that you got this.” “You did,” she smiled, and looked down at her feet, and Sim pulled her face back up. “No looking down… you hear me?” “Yes, Quasimmy.” She smiled.
