“Speaking of Nate.” “Were we?” “Did you tell him you were going to school to be an accountant? Because he keeps making offhand comments in the locker room about his accountant. ‘Oh my accountant messaged me,’ and ‘my accountant and I are grabbing dinner tonight.’ Everyone thinks he’s making investments or something.” “Oh my god.” I snort, shaking my head and smiling at the visual. “He’s so goofy,” Max says fondly. “I like him.”
