“You could always go out with Knox again,” Harper suggested. Oliver’s spoon clattered against his mug as he froze mid-stir, his head snapping toward her with wide-eyed surprise. “Knox? The designer who thinks wearing socks with sandals is a fashion statement?” Glen burst out laughing at his horrified expression. “Oh, come on! Knox is not that bad. He just has– unique taste.” Oliver shuddered dramatically. “Unique is a generous word. I one saw him wear a leather jacket to a beach party. In eighty-degree weather.” he turned back to look at Harper with a pleading look. “Glen went on a date with Knox. Everything was going smoothly until Glen criticised Kilts,” Harper explained. Glen sighed dramatically. “I am not Scottish, sue me,” he complained.
Oliver nearly choked on his coffee at Glen’s d
