It felt like a long story but honestly, it really wasn't one. It could be boiled down to a couple of sentences. I went on a date with Luke at his hotel to meet Joseph Smith. Apparently, Rob is friends with Joseph Smith, and I got confronted by him in front of a bunch of celebrities and had to do damage control, which was basically agreeing to a date. Then Luke sent me home.
River asked questions, a lot of them, and we had to take breaks because the indignant empathetic fury she was swamped with at every sentence was bad for her blood pressure and a man's current status as 'living'.
“That motherfucker," she growled.
“Yeah."
I loved my friends dearly, and River's reaction made me feel better about my emotions about what happened.
“And you still agreed to go on a date?!"
But I really d
