“Uh, hello?” He sounds snarky and a bit like a high school mean girl as he places his hands on his waist, all but cocking one hip to the side. “You called me, remember? Please don’t tell me you have amnesia like that girl in 50 First Dates because I am not mentally equipped to handle that kind of shit.” He’s…joking. He’s literally making jokes right now, and even though I shouldn’t, I want to cackle at the stupidity of his words.
