“Luna’s fanfic,” Charlie answers me. “She says people online are giving her shit for some minor grammar mistakes, and she needs someone to edit it.” “You agreed?” “You ask a lot of questions, Jack,” Charlie says. His heeled boots clap against the hallway floor. Oscar looks back with a smile. “That’s what I said.” I’m more amused than offended. “It’s literally my job to ask questions.” “Touché,” Charlie breathes.
