“Cat?” the driver asked Max. And Max’s response was just to throw her arms up in faux exasperation, her hand nearly hitting his nose. He pushed her hand away. “Do you mind?” “Are you mad about something?” Zé thought a moment, finally admitted, “No. The food, as you promised, was amazing. The drink . . . delicious. Your teammates were not nearly as annoying as Nelle’s friends. And Nelle’s friends went out of their way to avoid me.” “That’s because you don’t look like you have money.” “Good. Anyway, all in all, it was a pretty great night.” “Then why are you so cranky?” “This isn’t cranky. At
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