I wanted to say Jeffrey Dahmer, but Amanda was looking at me, so instead, I went with “Jesus.” There was a pause and a “Correct.” I kept my smirk to myself. He was so full of shit. “What about Jasmine?” I glanced at him, watching as he made a thoughtful expression before answering. “Stephen King.” I didn’t wait for the woman to ask me if it was true, and instead frowned as I asked, “Why?” “He wrote your favorite book.” I blinked. “Misery.”
Absolutely Crying at their bickering
