“Hey, Dexter,” Colin greeted with a big, cheesy smile of his own.
“Hi.”
“So lemme see! Do you really have pumpkin beer? Do ya? Do ya, do ya?”
Dexter snickered and pulled out his right hand out from behind his back, holding up one of the beer bottles. Sure enough, he had a bottle of Colin’s favorite beer dangling above his head.
“Holy s**t!” Colin exclaimed. “How the hell? No way! How’d you do that?”
“Do what?” Dexter asked, voice too high to be that innocent. “What’d I do?”
“There’s no way you guessed that. Nuh-ah. Impossible. Who’d you talk to? Daisuke? No. No, he couldn’t have known. f**k. Who? What the hell?”
Dexter chuckled, his cute nose scrunching up when he did.
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered. Relax. I asked, well, had to pretty much beg Daisuke for help, thank you ve
