“I have another idea.” “Oh no.” I hold my hands up. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “Please? You’re about Eddie’s height and build, and it’ll get us out of here quicker.” I hold back a groan, but then she gives me this wide-eyed, hopeful look, and I know I’m going to do it. “Fine, but we are closing down that party tonight.” “How late is that?” she asks, then shakes her head. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. I’m willing to suffer for my art.” I huff a laugh. “Going to a party with me is suffering?”
