“They were great, it’s just…” he cuts himself off, shaking his head and slouching in his seat. “It’s just what?” “I don’t get you. That first night at the bar with the Star Wars argument, you were so passionate and smart. You’ve been the same when you come to hang out at my place or text me. But then tonight you’re this dude-bro asshole who only thinks with his dick. It’s like you’re some kind of horny Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.”
