“Liv’s gonna hollow your eyes out with a spork,” he says, toweling off in the change room. Seems like something she would do. But still, I ask, “Why?” “Why do you think?” It could be a plethora of reasons. Everything I do seems to piss her off. But if I had to take a wild guess …” Because I landed her on the jumbotron?” “Bingo.” I sweep my arms out. “I only showed the world how beautiful she is.” Adam snorts. “That’s good. Save it for when she’s jabbing your eyes out with that spork. Might be your saving grace.”
