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Rez:

You always this annoying when you have nothing better to do?

Gabe:

It's a gift. Hey, Anna! You enjoying the game?

I put the phone in front of her.

“Oh my god, he knows I’m here?” She gasps.

“He figured it out.”

“How?” She shakes her head.

“He’s out with a concussion.”

“Huh, it must be contagious.” She smiles. “Tell him I said yes.”

Rez:

She says yes.

Gabe:

Excellent. Tell her I'm glad. Also, tell her that if she needs someone to explain anything, I'm available. Unlike certain people, I can be very patient.

Rez:

You once threw a remote at the television.

Gabe:

The television was wrong.

Rez:

Right.

Gabe:

Anyway, I was thinking. Since we’re all into this game, we should make it interesting. Loser buys dinner next time Anna is in town.

“Next time I’m in town?” She laughs.

I shrug, making it seem like no big deal. “Just Gabe being Gabe.”

Rez:

You're rooting for Vegas?

Gabe:

I mean, we can’t all root for the Bears; who would buy dinner?

“He’s already lost.” Anna laughs.

Rez: