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I should get a medal.
“Hey, Cashew Bug,” Chad says, grinning at the screen. “How’s the artisanal nut business?”
I think he’s joking until a female voice says, “Good, actually. I’m already out of the special edition pine nuts. Who knew there’d be a parfait convention down the street this week?”
“Parfaits! No way! Yogurt? Please tell me it’s yogurt.”
“I don’t know. Probably. I’ll find out. How’s the tour going?”
“Great. I’ve only fallen out of the bunk twice.”
“Ouch. Are you okay?”
“Of course. I had that martial arts class last year. Remember I told you about it?”
“Right, yeah. You earned your white belt.”
“Yep! And I still remember how to roll.”
“Ooh. Maybe you can add a roll to your stripper routine.”
She’s not laughing. Why isn’t she laughing? He can’t actually be an exotic dancer, right? Then again, it would almost be weirder if he wasn’t at this point.
“Yes! Excellent idea. I’ll ask Nate for suggestions. Did I tell you Nate waived my tuition for stripper school as long as I fill out all the questionnaires and agree not to wear the mesh biker shorts again? I have to bring my own snacks too.”
I’m so lost. Also, these bags are heavy, so how long is this going to take?
“Hey, can we at least walk while you talk?” I whisper.
“Oh, shit! I almost forgot. Brooke, this is my tour bestie, Val. Val, this is Brooke. She sells nuts.”
“Hey,” I say, twisting a smile. I can’t see her with the sun glare, but she sounds nice. The nuts part I got.
“Hi! So nice to finally meet you. Chad talks about you constantly.”
“He does?”
“Oh yes. He can’t give many details because of your mission or whatever, but he says you have really cool tattoos.”
“Oh. Um. Thanks.”
“He really does,” Chad agrees. “I’ll get some photos for you.”
Nope.
“Hey, babe, I’d love to talk more but we’re actually on an important mission right now. You’re not going to believe this, but Jarvis asked me to get his mints today! Me!”
“No way! That’s so cool. Does that mean you’ll get to see him in person?”
“I see him all the time, babe. We practically live together.”
Not even a little true.
“Oh my gosh. I can’t believe my pre-boyfriend is famous. Let me know if he ever wants nuts. I can totally hook him up.”
“I’m only your pre-boyfriend for another two months, right, honeybee?”
His triumphant grin doesn’t seem to match any of this conversation.
