Chapter 40: The Guy From Marketing
I shrug still chewing. Lunch needs to end so I can get back to the office and continue my stalking behavior in private. I don't want witnesses.
"The guys from marketing make really stupid jokes from old people TV shows I've never watched. They call each other steak sauce or something. It's so stupid."
If what he said was a pickup line, it's the weirdest one I've ever heard, but it brings a smile to my face so I suppose in a way it works. "I'm Mackenzie," I say reaching out my hand and shaking his.
"Levi." He mixes up a small carton of chocolate milk like they served in high school and opens one end.
I bet Vincent loves the milk here. It hits on his love for childhood food.
No, Mackenzie. Don't think of that jerk now.
"Chocolate milk?" I ask.
He laughs and takes a large swallow. "Some things are worth bringing into adulthood. You can't judge a man for his drink choices."