“It wasn’t about you.” The lie rolled off her tongue like a mudslide: unpremeditated, quick, and bound to leave a huge mess behind. “I know.” He nodded, and . . . he didn’t even look surprised. It was as though it had never occurred to him that Olive might have been interested in him. It made her want to cry—a frequent state on this stupid morning—but instead of doing that, she just vomited out another lie. “I just . . . I have a thing. For a guy.”
Are you fucking serious
