“Let’s go.” “Uh, go where?” “Your apartment. We have things to discuss and I’m hungry.” “But . . . I didn’t invite you over.” “Yes, and I didn’t invite you to run my faculty meeting either, but I guess that didn’t stop you.” He reaches the doorway and nods at me. “Move it, Gibson. I’ve been known to get hangry.” Well, at least he’s honest.
