It was awkward. But more in the amusing sort of way, less in the get-into-my-van-with-no-windows-or-doors kind of way.

Actually, talking with him was a little like talking to Avery. Fucking Avery. Admittedly, the references were updated. But there was just this sense of massive...uncomfortable, writhing beneath the skin.

Fuck knew why. With a face like that, he had no reason to be awkward, like, ever. But that might have been her LA brain talking.

"I think they were," she said, realizing a second too late that she'd used the past tense. For all she knew it was true. But it still stung.