Evie’s cheeks color a deep rosy shade and she clears her throat. “Right. Okay. Looking to make some friends. Not looking to get laid.” A laugh pours out of me, and I wrap an arm around her shoulder, squeezing gently. “I mean, I’m not not looking to get laid in general. Or to date someone. I am a teenage male with hormones, after all. But I’m here to hang out with you and meet people. You know, fulfill my need to chat half the population up. In case you haven’t noticed, I like to talk.” I give her another squeeze and then pull my arm away. “A lot.” Evie laughs and straightens her sunglasses.
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