You don't have to lie to me to be nice, Jake. You can just say, 'Wow, your nails look crappy.' I did my best boy voice.Well, I will tell you that's a crappy imitation of my voice. He smiled so wide I could see his eyetooth from across the table. But you've got to know you're totally hot, chipped nails and all. He burned beet red all the way to the roots of his hair. Man, you get me to say some embarrassing stuff, Brenna. He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck.Hey, don't blame me when you feel moved to make strange declarations.
~ Liz Reinhardt
