“You suppose? Girl, you need your eyes checked because that man is the definition of fine.”
“If you’re into that type.” That’s the other thing. Samuel Bernard is not my type. At all. He’s tall, lanky, and covered in tattoos and piercings. I’ll give it to him, he’s got the whole bad boy vibe on lockdown, but he’s the complete opposite of the type of men I’ve dated. Not that I’ve got a portfolio of supermodels in my dating history.
“Honey, everyone is into that type.” Ramona offers a final resigned shake of her head, writing me off as a lost cause.
“I’ll know where to find you should you disappear later today. Circling the shining beacon that is Samuel Bernard.”
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