Page 6 of Revenge Brunch and Other Disasters

Liv:

It'ssoabout Elevator Girl.

Rhys:

She saw me in the park. I think I scared her off. With my… face?

Darcy:

Were you shirtless again?

Rhys:

No! Fitted tee. It was laundry day. Back off.

Liv:

Okay, but your fitted tee gives “I play sad boy indie guitar covers for my dog.”

Darcy:

Wear the navy button-down.

It says “I apologize sincerely and alphabetize my spice rack.”

Liv:

YES. With the sad boy brown boots.

And the belt that whispers “I own vinyl, but only cry to the B-sides.”

Rhys:

I hate how much I trust you both.

Darcy:

You should. We’re terrifying.

Liv:

You’ll thank us at your future wedding-slash-bookstore café grand opening.

Sir Stumps barked once. Judgmental. Encouraging.

Darcy:

And for God’s sake, bring the lint roller this time.

You looked like you hugged a Yeti last time you wore navy.

Rhys sighed, smiling despite himself.

He pocketed his phone.

“Alright,” he said, mostly to the dog. “We have a plan. I just have to survive until Friday and thennot be weird.”

Sir Stumps snorted.

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