Klaus: Cosmos is such a terrible nickname. I get that you have to do it because of the fake affection, but couldn't you at least come up with something cute?
Flinn: Like what?
Klaus: Kitten? Baby? Sweetie pie?
Flinn: You are not a kitten and you are not a baby (thank f**k). I've also met limes sweeter than you.
Klaus: What happened to trying to pretend to like each other?
Flinn: The rules don't apply to me.
Klaus: Why?
Flinn: BECAUSE I'M THE ONE WHO'S PAYING AN ARM AND A LEG HERE, MIKASA.
Tucker rang the overhead bell and I wheeled out of my seat and outside to wait. Twenty more minutes slipped by before he emerged from the bar entrance, a backpack bucking on his shoulders and a ball cap on his forehead. I yanked him conveniently by the collar and dragged him into the alley between
