Sage?" Adrian Lightly Touched My Arm, And

For Once, You're Going To Hear Something That Doesn't Fit Into Your Neat, Compartmentalized World Of Order And Logic And Reason.

I Nearly Dropped The Plate I Held. "you've Asked Me Out Tons Of Times." "not Really. I've Made Inapproprite Suggestions And Frequently Pushed For Nudity. But I've Never Asked You Out On A Real Date. And, If Memory Serves, You Did Say You'd Give Me A Fair Chance Once I Let You Clean Out My Trust Fund." "i Didn't Clean It Out," I Scoffed.

I Don’t Know, Sage. You Threw Yourself In The Line Of Pepper Spray For Me. You Must Like Me Just A Little Bit.” “i— I Figured It’d Be A Shame To Ruin Your Pretty Face,” I Stammered.

Wow,” Said Adrian. He Sat Down On The Bed And Tested Its Bounciness, Giving It A Nod Of Approval. “this Is Amazing. What Do You Think, Buttercup?” “i Have No Words,” I Said Honestly. He Patted The Spot Beside Him. “want To Try It Out?

Sorry, Sage. Last I Checked, You Aren’t An Expert In Social Matters..." "at Least I Take Action. You? You Let The World Go By Without You. You Have No Spine. You Don’t Fight Back." “you Don’t Know The First Thing About Me, Adrian Ivashkov. I Fight Back Plenty.