Shit I thought.
I heard a dry luagh. “You haven’t changed a bit Andrew,” she told me. I laughed along. I guess I had said that outloud.
“How’s your girl?”
“Fine.”
“Mhmmm,” she murmed- knowing fully well how my girl was. She probably had it all plotted out on a timeline, she knew my drill by now.
Pissed just by the thought, and by her question in the first place, I threw her off on purpose.
“We’re getting married next year,” I stated boldy, challenging her.
“Shit,” it was her turn.