Rebecca
I sink back into the plush couch, stretching my arms wide along the top of the cushions, feeling the soft fabric beneath my fingertips. Josh narrows his eyes, pointing a finger at me as if he's trying to summon the perfect words to make me see reason. But here's the spoiler: no such words exist.
"Rebecca, Marcus is too old for you," he says, his voice tinged with exasperation.
I roll my eyes, a small scoff escaping my lips. "No, he is not," I retort, dismissing his concerns with a wave of my hand.
Josh leans forward, his gaze unwavering. "He has gray hair," he argues, emphasizing each word. "He's just some creepy old guy hitting on a young girl like Hailey." His words hang in the air, heavy with disapproval.
"Actually, he is only 38," Hailey interjects.
Josh shoots her a horrified look. "Only 38? Don't tell me you find him attractive too."
