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“Touché, princess”

“Stop fucking calling me that”

“Why would I do that?” I stop at a light and fixthe pink flush of her skin “It’s fun to get a rise out of you”

“Maybe because you’re a decent person”

“I’m not”

“But I think you are” She turns to faceafter all”

I didn’t think this through

I aument

“Don’t delude yourself to think thatit to turn green and give me an excuse to drown out this conversation with the sound ofmy investment”

“Sure, tell yourself that We both know you are full of shit”

The light finally puts me out of my misery

I keep driving

Instead of answering her statement, I reach my hand forward and turn on the radio

I’ to her speak

Music blares through the speakers Angry lyrics and long guitar solos

Frolance over at her

She’s unco out the

She wants to say so else

Probably wants to tell me what a prick I am

She doesn’t need to I already know

No point in stating the obvious

Luckily for , I’ she told me her class was at

“I’ll pick you up after class”

“You don’t have to”

“Yeah You’re right, but I will You’re in no condition to walk to the train Then, on top of that, take the subway back to my place I’ll pick you up”

She opens and closes herme of a fish Then eventually, she must think better of it because she nods

There are no goodbyes

Instead, I turn to look out my , and she slips out of the car

Once she’s gone, I’ to do to kill the next two hours

I throw the car in park and just decide to work from here

I have plenty of calls to make Plus, I do have my laptop in the car

I use ures for the day

After about an hour of work, I close out my computer and dial Jaxson Price

“Nohat?” he answers