Bex

“Hot damn,” Kevin remarks, following the path of the waitress with his eyes as she goes to get our drinks. “She has really nice arms.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“A Diet Coke?” Kevin seems affronted. “That’s boring. Get a real drink.” I never drink alcohol when I’m on a first date with a man I’ve met on Cynch. I don’t want to impair my judgment in any way. “Diet Coke is a real drink.” “No, it’s not.” “Well, it’s a liquid.” I glare at him across the sticky wooden table. “So I would call it a drink.” Kevin rolls his eyes at the waitress. “Fine, I will have a Corona and she will have a Diet Coke.” Then he winks at the waitress and mouths the word Sorry.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“Well,” he adds, “except for your arms.” “My arms?” “They’re kind of flabby.” He wrinkles his nose. “But other than that, wow. Like I said, you’re the perfect woman.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“Whenever I pick up a book, it’s like an escape. For an hour or two, I get to be part of the book world instead of my own much more boring world.”
― Freida McFadden, Ward D