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A lot of poor people are very happy.

But I don’t want to be poor.

So get a job. There are plenty of them.

I don’t have experience doing anything.

There are options. Like going to school.

How would I pay for that?

I stare at my phone, waiting for a response but it doesn’t come. Maybe he fell asleep. Getting out of bed, I head into the bathroom to take a shower. Maybe the hot water will relax me enough to help me sleep. My mind is on overdrive tonight, and I feel like getting to sleep is going to be hell. When I’m done, I shove on a pair of sweatpants and get back into bed. It’s nearly eleven now. My phone lights up, and I grab it, finding a text from Tobias.

You wanna grab some food?

yws

I don’t realize the typo until after I’ve sent it, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. That’s what I get for respondingso damn quickly. I hop out of bed and scramble to get dressed. I don’t care where we’re getting food from, I just want to see him.

Chapter Eighteen

Tobias

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?” Theo asks as he dips his greasy fry into the ketchup on my plate before popping it into his mouth. I raise a brow, because I’ve already asked why he won’t just pour ketchup for himself, but all I got in response was a smirk. I’m not mad about it, and that’s the problem. It feels too comfortable.

We’ve been sitting in this diner for nearly an hour, just bullshitting and finishing up our now-cold food. It's almost like this is a normal thing we do.

“Anywhere?”

“Anywhere.”

I reach for my Coke to take a sip as I think it over. I’ve thought of all the places in the world I’d want to go, and it’s a long list, but what is at the top?

“I think it would have to be Egypt.”

His eyes widen in shock. “I guess that makes sense. History buff and all?” he says, smirking.

“It’s just fascinating. I mean… how did they do it?”

He waves his hands slowly and says, “Magic.”

“You don’t actually believe that.”

“I don’t know what I believe.” He shrugs, grabbing another fry and pointing at me with it. “But I do know it’s pretty damn cool.”

“Okay, what about you?” I ask as he puts this fry into his mouth without ketchup. “Where would you go?”

“How are you boys doing over here? Can I get you anything else?” the waitress asks. She’s a sweet old lady who looks like she’s been working here since it opened in the 50s.

“Oh yes,” Theo answers, grabbing the menu from the side of the table. “I need this right here.” He points to the gooey chocolate lava cake, and I chuckle.

“With ice cream?”

“God yes.”

“And for you?” She turns to me.

“I’m good, thanks.”

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