Apparently Scott was top of his class at school. But only he’s not as school now, and tonight as he perches on our sofa, his expression is confused. It’s clear to see that he isn’t following what’s going on.
“Rule number one of flirting,” Dani voices loudly as she scribbles on the we made from some wallpaper over my artwork. “Is to feel good about yourself. Do you feel good about yourself Scott?”
Scott takes the biggest gulp of wine I’ve ever seen. “Fine.”
“Fine, Scott? Just fine?,” she’s like a drill sergeant addressing new recruits. “We don’t want you to feel just fine, we want you to feel amazing, hot, and like you’re on top of the world. Everybody loves being around a confident and charming person.”
“You’ve got every reason to feel amazing Scott, you look great and you’re lovel
