“Garrett. I bet you’d like me better.” “I bet I would too.” “Can’t blame ya.” He gestures lazily at his face. “It’s the east coast twang.” “Back off.” Carter huffs, tugging me away. “She’s my date.” Um. “This is not a date.” “Pretty sure it’s a date, Ollie.” I cross my arms. “Pretty sure you have to ask someone on a date, Carter.” “Eh, whatever. Ask, drag; it’s all the same.”
