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I schlepped to Ryan’s apartment Monday evening when I knew he’d be away. He’d told me he had a study session that evening, so I figured I’d have ample time to speak with Andrew privately if he was home.
Andrew opened the door and frowned when he saw me. “Ryan’s not here,” he said before I’d even opened my mouth.
“I’m actually here to see you. Can I come in?”
I didn’t think he’d let me in, but he did.
“What do you want?” he asked after closing the door behind me. He was, once again, wearing a button-down shirt and khakis and I wondered if he dressed that way all the time. Didn’t this kid own any T-shirts and jeans?
“I just wanted to talk and I hope we can keep this conversation between the two of us. I didn’t tell Ryan I was coming here tonight and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell him either.”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “Fine. What do you want?”
“How are things going with you and Ryan?”
“What business is it of yours?”