“Phoebe, you’re frowning again.” “East Coast Ivy boys do that to me.” “You hate them? Us? You hate me?” He grabs his chest like that got him right in the heart. “Ever eat so much of your favorite treat that it kind of makes you feel sick, and you don’t want that treat anymore? Like even thinking about it makes you feel queasy?” His eyes light up. “You love East Coast Ivy boys. You have a type.” “Had,” I correct. “I overdosed.”
