“How much money did you make last year?” Mickey asks, like it’s nothing. Kate swats him again, and I shake my head at Leo, who doesn’t flinch. “I have no idea, but you could probably google it.” Mickey laughs and holds up his beer to Leo. “Must be nice.” “It is. You get used to not thinking about money pretty quick. But, like they say, it won’t make you happy.” “It’d make me happy,” says Mickey. “That’s because you’re already happy.”
