“Because,”—he stood up and started pacing—“I know you.” I blinked at him when he looked at me to respond. He sighed. “This will be your way of getting out of going to my premiere with me.” Before I could make an excuse, he just waved it off. “I want you there, Brey. This is me making it, me being where I want to be, and I want my best friend there.”
