“Remi, like tour Remi?” Chase lets out an awww without an answer. “Want me to handle this? Tell her how swell you are? Ten-inch cock on a tortured guitarist who saves puppies when he’s not writing lyrics that will make her wet?”

I sigh and shake my head. “I’ll miss you, Chase, but I will throw you off the balcony.”

He passes off my phone when I hold out my hand. “You said that an hour ago, too. You’re nothing but a tease.”

“Fine. I’m a tease, and you’re the worst wingman to ever wingman.” He gasps, offended, so I remind him, “Anytime you offer to talk to a woman for someone, you end up dry fucking her in a corner.”

“That happened twice,” he says. “If anything, I’m doing too good of a job by sussing out the ones with wandering eyes.”

“By wandering your hands all over them?”

Chase lowers his LED sunglasses on his nose to glare. “Ungrateful. See if I ever offer my services again.”

He shoves them back on, and I chuckle, checking Remi’s text.

Show me something beautiful.

Easy, given my view from our flat’s balcony. Prague Castle’s lit up in the distance with the city skyline surrounding it. I blew through what I planned to use for next semester’s living expenses to rent this place. Ramen and walking everywhere will hardly kill me. The memory of doing this with Chase more than makes up for it. And now I can share it with my less and less intrusive thought.

“You never smile at me like that,” Chase says.

I huff a laugh and sigh and run a hand through the back of my hair. When I look over, he nods with his lips pursed.

“Guess we like Tour Remi.” Chase stands from his iron chair and crosses between me and the railing. “I’ll tell her you’re packing eleven inches then. I’m going out. Enjoy the sexting.” He taps the bottom of his beer bottle against the top of mine, and I have to sit forward and suck up the foaming beer.

“The fucking worst,” I call at him.

His laugh cuts off when he closes the double doors from inside. I smile even though he’s a dick. Hell, most of the time I smile because he’s such a dick.

The first few days here, he moped around. I started to worry until he tossed glow sticks at me one night, informed me we were clubbing, and then dove on me to drive his point home. I finally dragged him out of the club at seven a.m. He had a massive grin on his face as we stumbled out into the morning sun.