He laughed. “A perfect couple of what, though?”
I tossed my empty ice cream cup away. He did the same. I took his hand in mine. Forget about Burbank. It’d seen worse. “Nice,” he said, out of the side of his mouth.
“Yeah, well, I wanted to kiss you, but, well…”
“Well what?”
I pointed to the ice cream parlor up ahead. Our moms were still gabbing rapturously away. “Ma needs new material. Far be it from me to give her any more ammunition than she already has.”
“Must be tough sometimes being Paula Jackson’s son.”
I squeezed his hand. “Yeah, but sometimes it has its perks, too.”
He squeezed my hand in return. “Have you ever met Kim Kardashian?”
I yawned. “I peed in her pool. I didn’t even really need to go. I just thought it was the thing to do. That’s the extent of my radicalism.”
“Liv
