Wade linked his hands behind his head as he walked, side-eyeing Jono. “Can we stop at a bodega on the way to the subway?” “You’re not supposed to eat in the subway,” Jono reminded him. “I’ll finish the food before we get there.” It was a promise Jono knew Wade would have no trouble keeping. He shrugged. “All right.” Wade grinned widely and raised an arm to fist-pump the air. “Yes!” “You act like I didn’t make you breakfast.” “That was hours ago.” “Barely two.”
