Shawn comes over right as I find my footing beneath the bar. I grit my teeth together. He’s working out in a golf shirt, for fuck’s sake. “Hey, bro. Amazing touchdown at the game last week.” Idiot. I try to be as civil as I can. “Just trying to work out, man.” “Looks like Ophelia kind of swapped you out for me, huh?”
Ohhh touchy
