When I noticed Grayson nearly making out with a glass case, I walked over and saw him staring intensely at a game, as if it could solve all of his life problems. "What are you looking at?"
I walked up beside him and he glanced at me before turning his full attention towards the game. "Is it a game about football?"
He managed to nod as he stared at the game, which had a famous football player on the front of it, intercepting a catch. "I'm guessing you don't have that game."
He shook his head. "And I'm guessing you want it."
He nodded. "I'm guessing you put all of your money from work into a bank account for college."
He nodded again. I wonder if he'll nod after everything I say. "I'm guessing your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard."
Grayson looked at me and rolled his eyes, a
