I don’t know. I never do with her. With the guys, it’s easy. They annoy me all the time, but it’s ’cause they wear their irritation on their sleeve.
Ryan: Why are you taking that class?
Leighton: You gave me shit all spring about how I should go back to college and now you’re asking me why I’m taking this class?
Ryan: You’re better than this 201 shit.
Leighton: Maybe. But it’s a requirement if I want to do a design program at any UC or Cal State.
Ryan: You could skip that. Charge for your shit. It’s good.
Leighton: Not that good.
Ryan: It is. Trust me. I know what I’d pay for your designs.
Leighton: Doing Facebook graphics isn’t a career.
Ryan: It is. But you do a lot more. Logos. Websites. Book covers. You could do any of it.
Leighton: Well…
Ryan: Well?
Leighton: Can you keep a secret?
Ryan: Who am I going to tell?
Leighton: True. Nobody else listens to you.
Ryan: Bane of my existence.
Leighton: I know.
I can’t help but laugh.
Leighton: I designed a cover for Kaylee’s book.
Ryan: It has a title?
Leighton: Something like “Forbidden.” I have one with that title. But my best mock-up is titled “I Love Fucking Brendon.”
Ryan: With a picture of him naked?
Leighton: If only I had one *sigh*
Ryan: You’re hot for him?
Leighton: Ew.
Ryan: You don’t find him attractive?
Leighton: He’s good-looking, yes. But I’m not interested.
Ryan: Why?
Leighton: He’s been in love with Kay the whole time I’ve known him.