"Listen, Liv, I know my brother, and I know you. I also know that if you bring it up to him, he won't kick you in the face. But he will kick me in the face if I tell you anything he's said to me, but I haven't, and I won't."
"But—," I start to plead and he gives me a quick shake of his head.
"You're thinking too hard about it," Abel insists casually.
"But what if he decides that he doesn't like me?" I ask him exasperatedly. I try to read his facial expression but he surprises me by staying neutral.
"Try your luck and bring it up," Abel suggests as he continues to munch away at his lunch.
"Abel!" I snap once my fists clench again. "You already know! Why can't you just give me a hint?"
"Okay, here's a hint," Abel responds as he leans in just a bit. "If it was me, and there was even a 5
