“She was just telling me how she couldn’t have done it without you,” Jaz says. “If you ask me, seems like my girl’s smitten with you.”
“Is that so?” Sawyer asks, smiling down at me. “If she’s smitten from getting some help, then she should be smitten with you too, Jazlyn.”
Jaz sits a little taller. “You know what, you’re right.” She reaches into her shorts pocket and pulls out some lip balm. She lines her lips and then puckers them in my direction. “Go ahead, I shall take my payment.”
“Your payment is my friendship,” I deadpan.
“Wow, seems like I’m getting the short end of the stick on that,” she mumbles.