“Wait—just tell me: Does she light shit on fire with her eyes?” Kenji laughs and I cringe, slumping to the floor behind the bed. I curl into myself and try not to hear the rest of the conversation. I fail. Adam sighs. I can picture him rubbing his forehead. “Just get out.” Kenji struggles to muffle his laughter. “Damn you’re sensitive all of a sudden, huh? Hanging out with a girl is changing you, man—”
