“I’m not a complete asshole all the time.” “So just with me then?” Naomi asked. “I feel so lucky.” “Cards on the table?” I didn’t feel like sugarcoating it. “You’re not my type.” “Are you kidding me right now?” she said. “Nope.” “You’re not attracted to me, so that means you can’t even be civil to me?” The back door opened, and we watched Max and Silver exit with the last bag of trash. They marched it to the dumpster together and high-fived after heaving it in. Max waved, and Silver tossed me another salute on their way to their respective cars.
