“Uh. Yeah. It’s dark and has all these little swirls. It’s so sick. It’s oak—okay, that’s a lie. I don’t know what the different types of woods are. I’m just trying to be cool.” He giggled to himself and stumbled backward. I smiled. “Well, I appreciate your honesty.” Aaron’s eyes locked with mine. “I’d never lie to you. No way. You’d never speak to me again. I’m going to tell you everything. Seriously, ask me anything.”
