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Grant
Perfect. Really.
I’d never heard so much bullshit out of her mouth in one night.
I’d put in all of this work to get her the kind of Valentine’s Day I thought she would want. Fancy dinner. Town car. Tuxedo. I thought these things were a f*****g prerequisite. But she had been more uncomfortable since I’d picked her up than I’d seen her since I was pursuing her like a f*****g maniac last semester.
She smiled back at me sweetly and then opened her menu. Man, I better be getting laid after this.
“So you like French food?” she asked.
French food? I opened the menu. Half of it was in French. Well, f**k me.
“Sure.” I shrugged as I tried to understand what the f**k was in front of me.
The waiter came by and introduced himself. Ari asked for a bottle of some French wine I couldn’t
