"It was," he said, grinning, "And then the boys dared me again to keep my hair blond if we won the championship."
"And you won?"
"Obviously,” he said, puffing his chest.
I laughed, shaking my head.
“I'm glad you did. Well done.”
"What about you?" he asked, shoving his spoon into the tub. "How's work?"
I shrugged.
"Stressful, there's this important deal that's falling apart because of stupid rumors."
"Rumors?"
"Long story," I said quickly, not wanting to get into it, "But I'm handling it."
He nodded, not pushing.
Then we were off again, jumping between topics like we always did.
He talked about his PR team, how they now control everything he said in interviews, how the media kept linking him with random women.
"They asked me about my love life in every single interview," he sai
