“You walked yourself right into that one. You know you’re tiny, Ollie, right?” “I’m not—” I stick my nose in the air. “What I lack in height I make up for in attitude.” That’s what my dad says, anyway, and I tend to agree with him. “You don’t fucking say,” Carter muses sarcastically. “How tall are you?” “Five-three,” I lie. “Bull-fucking-shit.” He chuckles, pulling back to take me in. “I’m giving you five-one.”
