“Thank you, though,” I told her. “I’ll, uh, I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Don’t care if you do.”
Fair enough.
We crossed the building’s interior and Bitch unlocked the door to let Brian inside. For a second, I thought her bluntness would lead to her telling Brian outright that I liked him, but it wasn’t the case.
I don’t think she cares enough to.
It’s somewhat unclear how much she actually doesn’t care about things, but she’s usually rather straightforward (even if she’s not quite on the same lane as most others) and honest, so I’m inclined to believe her most of the time.
She was more focused on keeping the more unruly dogs from slipping outside and stopping them from barking at the new visitor than on our discussion.
“I can’t get hold of Coil,” Brian informed us.
Hm. Well, he’s a busy guy, I suppose. And hey, this gives Rachel some time to reconsider.
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