Nash elbowed his way through the crowd, a bakery bag in hand. He squeezed in next to me, looking annoyed. “Why’d you have to find the most cramped spot in the entire room?” I gave him a bland look. “You didn’t have to stand here.” “Of course, I did. Who else is going to mock Lawson’s authoritative voice with me?” Nash pawed through his bag and pulled out a donut.
