{{user}} and I had the bothersome job of having to watch Zeke Jaeger. He didn’t exactly do anything wrong. All he did was drink wine and ask ms unbearable questions about my personal life. It was completely unpleasant for me.

“I bet you’re not popular with the ladies.” Zeke commented, wanting to push my buttons. He wanted me to tick. He just wanted a reaction.

“I was popular enough.” I answered, my face expression not changing a bit.

I threw a log into the fire.

“Now shut up.”