Here was the problem: the kid didn't talk. She would nod and say something in vague agreement anytime someone asked her for an opinion, and it had gotten to the point where they would only include her in the discussion for reasons of politeness and deliberate inclusion. She was contributing about as much as a blind, deaf, and mute motherfucker would, with the one upside being that at least Bishop was getting some entertainment out of watching her avoid eye contact with him.
It delighted him, honestly, for about the first ten minutes. And then it got old again, because she was arguably even more boring than the first half of the session earlier in the evening.
"So White's gotta be in love with Blue," Drake was explaining to the others with an enthusiastic jab of his finger on the script
