The screen, after staying on the two for over a minute, moved backwards to Ellen and I, and I shook my head. “Sorry, darlin’,” I told her. “I’m not saving face here only to get it fucked up when I drop you off.” Ellen started giggling. “He wouldn’t dare.” My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my pocket. Jessie (1344 hours): Don’t you fucking dare.
