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"I'm Boyd Jenkins, Asher's business partner and, unfortunately, his best friend," he said, offering a handshake.
"‘Friend’ is generous," Asher muttered, eyes crinkling with amusement. "You wormed your way into our Roman history project in sixth grade just to coast and pass. I’ve been stuck with you ever since."
"Coast? Please. Without my gladiator performance, we wouldn’t have gotten that A." Boyd raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. "Mrs. Thompson was blown away."
"She shut it down the moment she realized you weren’t wearing anything under that ridiculous costume, you clown," Asher shot back, half-scolding, half-laughing.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing this side of Asher—playful, relaxed—was kind of refreshing.
"Whatever. That costume was boiling hot. Ramirez thoug
