“She’s pretty to look at.” Now, he was pacing and grumbling. “I know she’s fucking pretty.” He rubbed his palms along the sides of his jeans, like they were sweaty. “Are you okay? What’s with chewing your gum like it’s an Olympic sport?” “It’s nicotine gum. I’m trying to quit smoking, okay?” he snapped angrily. “That seems to be going well.”
