Getting Leo to forgive me cost me twenty-four dollars in dessert items, another thirty-three bucks humiliating myself at the balloon pop game with only a Pokémon-esque charm bracelet to show for it, and a burst of embarrassing photos of me posing in a dinosaur egg that immediately got posted to multiple social media channels. It also helped that I’d apparently totally failed with Drio and I groveled profusely.
“I forgive you, but you’re on probation with my love.” She accepted the cotton candy with flashing pink LEDs embedded in it that I’d bought her like it was her royal birthright and flounced off toward the Pretty Nails stall, her faux-Pokémon bracelet jingling.
“I’m out of cash,” I told Rohan. “Can I buy forgiveness in blow jobs?”
“That’s… tawdry.” Rohan sounded even more affronted
