Chapter 114 How To Break A Good Boy

• The poor guy was sweating bullets trying to keep the conversation alive, speaking at a speed that made me wonder if he inhaled helium before coming here.
• "S-so w-where do you work or uh used to work....or like what do you do-like for fun...do you like movies... I-i like movies and I'm talking too much, aren't I?"
• I laughed, setting down my milkshake. "Breathe, Bob. I promise I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that."