“I want you to pick me up tomorrow at eleven so that we can go check out the last few of the locations. Can you do that?” “Consider it done,” he says and does an exaggerated bow. “Stop bowing. I’m not royalty.” He scoffs and shakes his head before running a hand through his hair. “To the right guy, you are.” Without another word, he pivots on his heel and heads deeper into the pub, leaving me stunned and speechless.
