“Do I look okay?”
He was staring out the cab window when she spoke, didn’t turn to look before answering. “There’s a rule I have whenever we go out. Whether it’s everybody or just us or whatever. I see how you look, and then when we’re at the club, I find a girl hotter than you and that’s the girl I hit on.”
She laughed. “You never hit on any girls when we’re out.”
“This is what I’m saying.”
The car ride continued in silence. Eventually she said, “I’m going to have to start dressing down so you’ll get laid.”
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