“HEY, MAN, WHY’D YOU ask Victor if Zach could f**k James?”
Liam slides in across the table from Alex at lunch. Alex stares at him. Why does Liam know about that? “Excuse me?”
Liam shrugs. “I mean, it’s not your thing. What does Zach f*****g James get you?” He inexplicably takes a knife and fork to a slice of pizza. Alex has no idea why he does that, but he has bigger concerns than Liam’s cutlery habits.
“The most awkward day at work with you ever?” he offers.
“Alex,” Liam says reproachfully.
“It’s going to be awkward.” Alex pokes at his pasta with his fork.
“You’re not answering the question.”
“The question is weird.” Also they’re in the cafeteria, and Alex has no desire to discuss this where they might be overheard.
“I ask lots of weird questions,” Liam says as if this line of dis
