“I scared Jenna. Can you come over to comfort her?” “Seriously?” she grumbles. “You’re an asshole, Enzo. Stop stalking her and let her get to know you.” I sigh, then mutter, “Are you coming or not?” “Yeah, but I’m charging you two hundred and fifty thousand for this fuck up. You’re messing with the progress I’m making with Jenna, and that’s not going to fly with me.”
