“It was his idea.”
“Was it, though?” she asks.
“Well, I mean I asked if it was a thing.”
She nods. “That’s what I thought. But I haven’t seen him giggle in a hot minute, and he was giggling today.”
“What are you getting at?” I ask.
“Well, I guess what I’m saying is, I don’t know if you’ve got an actual shot with him, genuinely, no clue. But…if you can make him laugh…maybe…who knows right?”
“I don’t think I made him laugh,” I tell her. “Pretty sure it was the goats.”
“I wanna help you, Saber,” she says.
“I never said I was int?—”
“You, my friend, popped a boner the second he mentioned his underwear today. I don’t miss this shit. Buthetolduswe needed to loosenyouup, so how’re you feeling? Tight? Loose? Where we at?”
I gesture to my chest. “He thinksIneed to loosen up?”
“That was the assignment. So do you need another shot or what?”
“I—maybe.”
This is alot.
“Have you dated a model before?” she asks as we walk slowly back in the direction of the table.
“No. I’ve never dated a guy, either.”
“Oh! But I’m not wrong, am I?”
“You’re not wrong about me being interested, but dating isn’t really?—”
“I get it. You’re twenty-one. Just—look—don’t take him personally, okay? He’s just jaded.”
“So, when he shoots me down…”
“I’m happy to accompany you home,” she says with a grin.
I laugh, feeling the alcohol kick in with a light buzzing in my brain and limbs. “Thanks.”
At the table, I pick another fruity shot off the tray and inhale it before switching back to water.
Calyx gives Rachel a suspicious look. “What was that about?”
“Have you ever just wanted to hit something?” she asks him.
“Like with my hands?”
“Yeah, like a punching bag, like he does,” she says, gesturing at me.
“No,” Calyx says, “But did he tell you he used to do kung fu?”
“Technically I still do,” I say.
“I think that’s badass,” Calyx says.