Not terrible.
At least I don't look like I'm heading to a fight in a UFC match.
Progress.
“So, what do you and Mary even talk about?” Ego asks.
“Normal stuff.”
“Like?”
I shrug.
“Movies.”
“Movies?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
I shouldn't smile.
But I do.
Because the first time I found out Mary loved Die Hard, I nearly drove off the road.
A first-grade teacher.
A Catholic school teacher.
A woman who owns approximately seventeen cardigans.
And her favorite Christmas movie is Die Hard.
I knew then that we had a shot.
A real one.
“You know she thinks Hans Gruber is one of the best movie villains ever?”
Ego looks horrified.
“You asked her that?”
Shit.
“Maybe.”
“You definitely have a problem.”
I ignore him.
Because he's not entirely wrong.
There was also the Thai food incident.
Which happened after one of our meetings.
