“What?” I turn to face him.
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re pouting.”
“No, I’m not.”
He just stares at me.
I sigh, scratching my eyebrow. “I was at Andy’s this morning.”
Kaden clicks his tongue. “What’d he do now?”
“Nothing,” I say. “I just picked up a box.”
“Abox? As in one?”
“Yeah,” I say, dragging my hands down my thighs and spreading my legs a little wider.
Kaden frowns, biting a piece of gum between his teeth. “You borrowed Kit’s pickup foronebox?”
“Yeah.” I gesture vaguely. “He made it sound like it was more.”
“Doesn’t he work, like, two blocks over?”
I shrug.
“So, why didn’t he drop it off here?”
I shoot him a look. “He’s not working at DoorDash.”
Kaden scoffs, shaking his head as he unwraps the baking pan, revealing a carrot cake. “So, what did he say to you?”
“Nothing.” I shrug, glancing away.
“Dude.”
“What?” I turn to face him again.
“Tell me what he said.”
“Why do you think he said anything?”
“Because you’re pouting.”
“I’m n—”
“You think you can lie to me?” he frowns.
I lie to you every day.“It was nothing. He’s not my biggest fan, is all,” I say.
“Yeah. Because he’s an insufferable asshole.”
“Ey,” Diaz says, dropping down on the couch across from us. “That how you talk about me when I’m not around?”
“I’ve said worse things to your face,” Kaden deadpans.
“True.” Diaz nods, swiping a hand over his chin. “So, who’s the asshole?”
“Seth’s ex-roommate.”
