Page 49 of Hard Rock Muse
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“You’re doing it again,” Julian noted.
“Doing what?”
“That indecisiveness thing,” he said.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “I just don’t care what we have for breakfast.”
“Ev, you’ve always cared when it comes to food. When it comes to most things, really.”
“So I’ve mellowed out,” I said. “What does it matter?”
Julian pinned me down with a stare, his eyes glinting. ”I’ve got an idea.”
“What is it?” I asked nervously.
A slow, wicked smirk cross his lips.
“Let’s play a game.”
