Olivia appeared unconvinced.
“What are you talking about?” Sammy poked his head over Olivia’s shoulder. “Tell me.”
“The mind-your-business gene.” Olivia smiled despite her words. It was hard not to smile around Sammy.
“C’mon, I won’t tell. I can keep a secret.” Sammy wiggled his eyebrows. “Is it something naughty?”
“You wish.” Farrah threw a fry at him. “Is sex the only thing guys think about?”
“No. Sometimes we think about food.” Sammy caught the fry and tossed it in his mouth.
Olivia jabbed her elbow into his side. He tickled her in response, causing her to squeal and nearly fall off the bench from laughter.
Farrah hid her grin behind her glass.
“Oh, look. There’s the Uncouth One himself, bearing gifts.” Kris raised her eyebrows. “Including one Blake Ryan. How thoughtful.”
Farrah’s head whipped around.
Luke bore down on them with a fishbowl cocktail in each hand and Blake in tow.
“Talking shit again, Kris?” Luke set the drinks on the table.
“You couldn’t possibly have heard me over the noise.”
“I didn’t need to. You’re always talking shit.”
Courtney laughed. “He has a point.”
“Whose side are you on?” Kris harrumphed.
“Yours, of course.” Courtney patted Kris’s hand. “You are my sorority sister.”
Besides Sammy and Nardo, who were best friends and classmates at Harvey Mudd, Kris and Courtney were the only ones in FEA who’d known each other before the program started.
“Twice in one night.” Blake winked at Farrah. “I’m beginning to think you’re stalking me.”
“I was here first.”
“That’s what they all say.” Blake handed Farrah a bottle of beer. “Drink?”
“I don’t like beer.”
“C’mon, live a little. Get outside your comfort zone.”
“Drinking beer is hardly living.” Nevertheless, Farrah swiped the Tsingtao from him. His hand brushed hers, and another electric current sizzled over her skin.
She popped open the cap and took a swig, grimacing at the taste.
Blake laughed at her expression. “You really don’t like beer.”
“It tastes like urine.”
“How do you know what urine tastes like?”
Farrah took another swig. “I can’t talk to you. You’re exhausting.”
“That’s ok. There are other things we can do besides talk. Can’t guarantee they’ll be less exhausting, though.”