“Just don’t flirt with him, okay? It’s unprofessional. You’re supposed to be my sounding board, remember?”

She huffs. “Yes, yes. Sounds galore. What do you want to hear my thoughts on first?”

“Well, what do you think of the experience so far?”

Plopping her phone on the table, she tips down her sunglasses and peeks at me over the rim. “I think you were holding out on me and your coworker is hot as balls.”

“Walsh, no. Absolutely not. He’s exactly like Sean, and remember how horrible he was? How he treated me—”

“I know, I know. Graeme equals villain. But I’m allowed to appreciate physical male beauty, okay?” She cranes her neck. “Oh look, there he is now.”

I whip around, and sure enough, Graeme is strolling down the street, a compact black backpack hitched on his shoulders. My intestines squirm. He has a selfie stick with his phone attached to the end—he’s either taking a video or FaceTiming someone because his mouth is moving.

“Graeme. Hey, Graeme!” Walsh calls.

His head jerks around in an attempt to track who yelled his name. When he spots us, Walsh motions for him to come over. He offers a tentative wave back before lowering his selfie stick and stowing it in his backpack.

“What are you doing?” I hiss at Walsh.

“What do you mean?” Her round eyes gleam with mischief. She’s calling him over here to annoy me on purpose, I know it. Like how, when she was in middle school, she’d blast Miley Cyrus directly at the wall between our bedrooms whenever I was trying to study. I’d eventually lose my shit, storm over to her room, and she would giggle and shriek as I tried to wrestle the Bluetooth speaker out of her hand.

Some things never change.

Graeme’s long legs eat up the sidewalk, and a few seconds later he’s standing right next to our table. He motions to the chair on my left. “Anyone sitting here?”

“Yes,” I say at the same time Walsh says, “No.”

“Great.” Flashing his teeth at me, he drops his backpack on the ground and settles into the empty chair.

Graeme must know from my frosty expression that I want him to leave, so why is he sitting with us? Oh right, because getting under my skin is one of his favorite pastimes. It looks like two people have decided to hop on the Let’s Annoy Henley express.

Leaning forward, Walsh stirs her milkshake with her straw. “What have you been up to in town?”

Graeme stretches his legs out under the table and folds his hands on his stomach like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I glare at him in silent disapproval.