Me: Hate who, Blair? Mrs. Inferno: You want Bento box to really end up in a box, huh? I laughed, startling Berkeley in the process. Before I could even wonder how the fuck she knew, or where she was, I saw her fine ass walking through the restaurant to our table with Havoc behind her. “Is that your girlfriend?” “Fiancée,” I corrected. Blair came over to the table and smiled, as she slid onto my lap and looked across the table. “It’s nice to see you again, Birkin.” “Berkeley.” “That’s what I said Badminton.”
