“You were very cool on the cell … efficient as ever and serious about the whole thing. I think it was the first time I figured you and I were going to be best friends.” He’s laughing at the memory as my heart skips a beat at the ‘best friend’ comment and warms slightly. He has said something similar several times before. I guess the feeling is mutual. I never really thought about us being real friends before this promotion progressed, but I guess we are.
I remember that night well; I had tried to gauge his seriousness and even attempted a rational, factual conversation while skimming Google for answers. I was cringing the whole time and wondering what the hell he was on. I shake my head, grinning too.
“Only you could pull the freaky one in a nightclub full of normal women, Jake,” I point out, relaxing once more.
“She ended up going home with Daniel, and he still doesn’t mention it.”