“Ain’t you got flowers or nothing?” Gumby chides him in the background, shaking his head. “You gotta at least bring flowers. I got a flower guy if you need the hookup.” Nice straightens to his full height, keeping a firm grip on my elbow. “This guy doing you wrong, Hannah?” My cheeks are scorching now. “It’s fine. Don’t worry.” I address Garrett in an insistent tone. “We’ll talk about it later, Garrett. Please.” I’m growing uncomfortable with airing all of this at work. Nice directs his suspicious eyes at Garrett. “What’d you do, man?”
