“Good morning, boys. I heard you exchanging ‘I love yous’, by the way.” She shakes her phone at Zach. “I recorded it for future blackmail.” I blink at my best friend. “You’re dating the devil, you know that, right?” He wraps his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. “I know. Aren’t her horns so cute?” “I swear, fate couldn’t have brought together two better suited weirdos.” “That wasn’t fate, Robbie, that was you. Don’t forget, this is all your fault,” Delia says. “I hate myself.” “But you love us.” She shakes her phone again. “I have proof.”
