“So, this isn’t an à la carte situation? I can’t pick and choose what I want my future to be?” “No.” “Shame. Could be a business for you. You’re not too shabby at the whole fake fiancé thing.” “Is that a compliment?” “I think it is.” She leans forward and pokes Arlo through the crack of the seats. When he turns around, she says, “I just paid your boy a compliment.” Arlo glances at me and then back at her. “Good. Don’t stop. There better be fucking rainbows propelling you two forward when we get off this bus.”
