He glances over at me and gives me a smile. A smile that makes me instantly smile back. Fuck. “Of course. Any time you need something to laugh at, give me a call. I’ll flounder before you some more,” he says. “I’d like that.” And with that, he drops me off at my car. I get inside and start the vehicle, pleased to see there’s no ticket on the window for my haphazard parking job, but disappointed I don’t have an excuse to hang out with Bishop. Bishop’s car starts to pull away before I see the red brake lights come on and then he backs up until his car is beside mine. He rolls the window down, so
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