Page 96 of The Jerk in Apartment 1B

“Argentina. I moved here when I was a kid.”

“He uses the Argentina thing to explain why he kisses people hello,” Hudson says. “But we all know it’s just to get girls. He doesn’t greet guys that way.”

“I’ll kiss you if you really want,” Marc jokes.

I doubt Marc needs any help getting girls. He could skip the kiss hello and just look at a girl and she’d fall for him.

“Marc used to model underwear,” Scott says with a laugh. “That’s what brought him to New York.”

“I’ve never met an underwear model,” I say to Marc. “Did you like it?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t mind. It got me other jobs.”

“Modeling jobs?”

He nods. “I was a fitness model, but I’m getting too old for that. I had to switch to a real job. I work in advertising now.”

Too old? I’d guess he’s around Scott’s age, but that’s probably old in the world of fitness models.

“I’m gonna get a drink,” Marc says, going past me.

“I need another beer,” Hudson says, following behind Marc.

“You have good-looking friends,” I say to Scott.

He smiles. “You were checking out my friends?”

“I’m just making an observation.” I take a drink of my beer. “Are they single?”

“Yeah. Why are you asking?”

“Looking like that, I thought they’d have girlfriends. Or are they like you and refuse to be in a relationship?”

“They’d be in a relationship. They just haven’t found the right girl.” He glances at his watch. “You’ve been here longer than five minutes. You leaving, or sticking around?”

“I might as well stay. It’s too loud for me to get any sleep.”

“Scott,” a guy says, coming up to him. “It’s been a while.”

“Kurt.” Scott smiles at him. “Glad you could make it. How’s business?”

“I doubled my income last month. Those online ads you helped me with are really working.”

“Kurt was a client of mine,” Scott says to me. “Kurt, this is Trina. She lives next door.”

“Nice to meet you.” He smiles, his gaze lingering on me. “I feel like we’ve met before.”

“I don’t think so,” I say, although he does look kind of familiar.

“I know who I’m thinking of. You look like this girl who was dating a guy I knew back in college.”

Now I remember him. He went to college with Asher. They weren’t really friends, but they lived in the same dorm.

“I think you’re right,” I say. “You went to school with Asher.”

“Yeah.” He smiles at me. “You’re the girlfriend. You were always hanging out at the dorm. So are you two still together?”

“No, we broke up.”

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