You would be like fucking YOLO, Zoe.” “I would not say that,” I tell her. “Really? What about that biker I dated?” she says. “Zoe, YOLO. Zoe, who cares that he has a warrant for his arrest. Pretend he’s Charlie Hunnam.” “I didn’t tell you to marry him,” I point out. “And didn’t you have good sex?” “I woke up to his old lady coming in with their kid,” she points out. “She didn’t even blink that I was naked in his bed.” I shrug. “I mean, I guess it’s a win.”
