Page 67 of Naz & Roz

“Would you allow me to take Roz to Cece’s wedding, Zeke?”

“You’re a little late in asking me to take her out, aren’t you?”

Naz scratched at the bit of facial hair growing on his jaw. Soon, his father was going to bark at him to shave it because made men couldn’t have facial hair, and he wasn’t a special fucking snowflake just because he wasn’t made yet. So was his life.

“So, maybe I did this a little bit backward.”

Zeke chuckled dryly. “A little?”

“Give me something.”

“Never, principe. Nothing is coming easy to you.”

“Yeah, make me work for it.”

“Exactly that,” Zeke countered.

“I shouldn’t have been a shit, then. Came to you first, and talked. Whatever.”

Zeke waved a hand. “Eh, I don’t give a shit, really.”

Naz’s head snapped up, and he found Zeke was grinning in that way of his. Like he was greatly enjoying this moment and nothing more.

“You’re just like your father, Nazio. You realize that, don’t you?”

Naz tugged on the beanie on his head. “Maybe too much, yeah.”

Zeke laughed. “Nah, just enough, Naz. Just fucking enough.”