“Five,” Ian said.
“What?” I asked.
“Shut up, Ian. He rates hugs. It’s a very biased scale,” Gabby said.
“It’s a very scientific process.”
“Really?” Gabby said.
“Yes. I made a hypothesis that you gave terrible hugs. I put this to the test, and it was like hugging a tree. Hypothesis was proven and my conclusion is…a five.”
He would be lucky if a tree wanted to hug him.
“Moving on from Ian’s nonsense, are you excited for the concert?” Gabby asked.
I was lost. “We’re watching a concert?”
“Not just a concert. The best concert ever!” Rica exclaimed.
“I can’t even pronounce the name of the band,” Ian said.
“But I don’t have a ticket,” I said.
“You don’t need one!” Rica said excitedly. “C’mon let’s go!”
They started walking toward the entrance and I followed behind them.
“Is this a f
