fred.
“I was listening!” Fred blurted out at once, though he dropped his dishonesty as soon as his eyes met Katie’s. “I was not listening. I was thinking about nachos. I’m sorry, but you now have my full, undivided attention.”
Fred was a rich kid, Katie knew that much. But, how someone from such an affluential background could be so tasteless? She had no clue. She pauses her rant for a moment, ❝ Can I ask you a question? ❞ Katie asks. ❝ Is that kinda stuff like...all you think about? ❞









