Page 17 of Revenge Brunch and Other Disasters

And snacks.

Mostly context.

Darcy:

YOU WHAT

No. No no no.

Please tell me this is a metaphor.

Like. A tragic brunch metaphor.

Rhys:

Nope. Literal. Brunch.

I said, “I think I need a beard.”

Shelaughed.

Saidshe’d be it.

I thought she was flirting.

I THINK SHE WASN’T.

Darcy:

You sweet, emotionally repressed idiot.

Liv:

Yougolden-retriever-turned-accountantdisaster.

She thinks you’re gay.

So now you're her honorary brunch boyfriend. Who she thinks is gay.

Rhys:

I DON’T KNOW

I panicked. She smiled like it was a joke.

I said “if that’s what it takes.”

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?

Seriously. Did I just speak in riddles? Am I the romantic Sphinx now?

Darcy:

Rhys.

That’s howromantic comedies start.

Liv:

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