“I’m glad you’re back. Flynn keeps looking over here, and it’s not to see our ugly mugs.” “You’re not ugly,” she says matter-of-factly, staring ahead at the game. “None of you are. Actually, you’re all really hot.” He smirks around her at me. “But Hendrick is the hottest,” she quickly clarifies. His smirk falls. And I flip him off behind her back.
