“Yeah, well, I panicked and told her to email me for my hours if she needed something when she said hello.” He pulls his head back and sucks air through his teeth. “Bethany thought she was being helpful when she told Waylynn we were on a lunch date.” “Jesus,” Oz hisses and looks at the door. “You’re lucky she didn’t claw your eyes out.” “She told us to enjoy the date and excused herself.” “That sounds terrifying,” he whispers in awe. “Why does that seem worse?” “Because she made walking away look easy,” I admit, and he nods slowly. “What happened after that?”
