“Intuitive.” “No, they’re just predictable.” Charlie flips his phone in his palm. “Speaking of predictability, I see my set-up had the intended effect.” “No,” I say, trying to shut this convo down before it starts. “No?” Charlie bows forward more between our seats. “So you two didn’t kiss last night? Was that a deepfake then?” “We kissed,” Jack and I say in unison. It causes both of us to smile. And I add, “But not because you set us up.”
