“Sorry. I can go and come back if you want.” He points toward the door and I blink at him.
I’m confused. Is he serious? “Uh…”
Preston chuckles. “I’m just fucking with you. I was able to grab a bite to eat after practice and had some extra time, so I got here early. But if it’s a problem I can…”
“Oh, no. It’s all good. We’re fine. Okay then, let’s get to it, I guess. Where should we start?”
He looks at me helplessly and it kinda turns me into a useless puddle of goo.
“I have no idea. Wherever you think is best. You’re the expert here. I’m all yours.”
Oh my. I’m screwed.
In less than five minutes, I’ve lost all sense of direction. Like Preston is some electrical storm that’s messed with my compass and is going to blow through me, leaving me completely electrified and unrecognizable.
