“They’re all taken,” I point out.
“Right, so is Scarlet Witch, but that doesn’t stop me looking.”
“Scarlet Witch? She’s not even a real person.”
“And? You’ve seen all that red leather and shit she wears, right?” He gets this faraway look in his eyes, and I can’t help but laugh.
Yeah, maybe I’m not his type after all.
“Fair enough. Just remember that I warned you when you’re sent home tomorrow with a black eye.”
“Another one?” he asks with a smirk.