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"Yeah," he said with a nod. "How are your ribs?"
"Not necessarily," he said. "You should know how siblings are?"
"Hm, okay," she said, grinning. "Just tell me once you get an idea."
"Good," he said, kissing her cheek before stepping up to the counter and ordering.
"Exactly. He really doesn't like people like that for some reason. I feel like he doesn't like anyone except his original friends."
"Fine," she said. "Almost anything. Was there something you had in mind?"
"It's not as bad as I make it seem," he said, squeezing her hand. "I promise."
She brought her hand up to touch his jaw lightly. "You're welcome. Anything for my favorite person."
"Yeah. It also probably helps that he's intimidating, and well-known."
He frowned, folding his arms. "No. He just doesn't like people like Evan."
"A poodle?" she laughed. "Okay, okay. That's a good one. I'll do it."
"Yeah. Quite awhile," he said, tilting his head thoughtfully.
"That's why I offered," he grinned slightly. "He wouldn't make it far, anyways. My brother would probably get to him first."
She nodded, pursing her lips. "Good choice. Monocles are classy."
"No, it's just a vacation." He crossed his arms thoughtfully. "My dad makes being a CEO seem easy, though I wouldn't know."
"We can do that," he said. "You can come to my house this evening to work on it, if you'd like."
"I think I can manage to do that," she said, laughing. "Anything else?"
"I was so used to hearing it, that I may have ignored it," he admitted. "I think it was some island."
He sighed. "It's not, but alright."
"I don't, but it's you, so I'd probably just end up messing around the entire time, y'know?"
