I dart my head around and, in the swift glance, see Garrett working his own corner, using the same script. This is the part where I squeeze my eyes shut, look furious, and respond with, “Fine. I’ll meet you outside, but you’d better hurry.” The plan is to follow the call with me grabbing my things, rushing outside looking terribly important, then dropping the charade and popping in next door to scroll through Pinterest before sneaking back ten minutes later to try the routine on somebody else.
this is hilarious
