As we started to climb inside, a truck braked right next to us, and a window rolled down. “Hey!” Nate was grinning at us. He had on a dress shirt with the top unbuttoned, and his hair was spiked up. Logan grunted out a short laugh. “You sure you left the fraternity, Nate? You’re only missing a crew sweatshirt for your neck. You’d be the image of Yale assholery.” “Missed you too, Logan.” Nate rolled his eyes and gestured around the lot. “Let me park my baby, and I’ll hop in with you to wherever you’re going.” I was about to decline, but he headed toward a parking spot. As
