"She told me how you guys met. She mentioned that you're a sophomore and that you're a history major," he lists before squinting in thought. "She also said you're straight and, I quote, 'friendship will have to do.'"
"Yet you always assumed we were sleeping together," I extract and he shrugs weakly.
"Look, Maya meets a lot of different girls, some of whom she tells me about," he replies with a shrug. "You come around pretty often so I just figured..."
"Maya can't have friends?" I ask with raised brows.
"She can. She does. She has me, Zack, and Tyson," he lists. "She never has female friends."
"Well, she has me now," I correct him and he nods.
"Yeah, I'm aware. You're here every other day," he concludes as he pulls onto the street of his apartment.
"Weren't you just complaining how I
