“Why wouldn’t you do that? What else do you have to do? You’ve got the urban equivalent of a lumberjack across the hall. And he’s single.” “How do you know?” “Bitch, I know. His friend is single too.” “What? You didn’t even get his last name.” “Women solve entire murders on their podcasts, you think I can’t find out all I need to know about some rando I met on the lawn?”
