Jonah wasn’t fond of limousines. He associated them with funerals and bullshit proms.
And now they were on their way to a red carpet?
He could almost see his good friend, Nelson Black, who always told him that his writing would make him wealthy and noteworthy one day. He’d probably say something like, “Tuxes? Limos? Red carpets? That’s exactly where you’re meant to be, J. You deserve it!”
“Did I really have to trim my beard?” he asked no one in particular. “Growing it out was kinda fun. I finally had my artistic, writer’s look.”
“Yes.” Both Reena and Eva answered the question. Terrence snorted.
Jonah raised an eyebrow. “Would you two be so kind as to tell me why?”
“It made you look extra disheveled once it reached a certain length, Jonah,” said Reena. “You men might think that women
