not a bad thing - seven
“Should I come and pick you up?”
“Stop it, you being nice to me creeps me out,” I tell him, to which he laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard.
“I’m always nice, Beverly, especially to you,” he counters and a scoff naturally slips past my lips. That sound doesn’t stop him from continuing, unfortunately. “You just refuse to admit it.”