Page 35 of Gamebreaker

"That was one time this week, and the foam art was exceptional. You're just jealous you don't have an aesthetic."

"I have an aesthetic."

"Basketball and brooding is not an aesthetic. It's a personality deficiency."

"Says the woman who posts sunset photos with captions like 'manifesting.'"

I gasped. "You stalked my Instagram."

"I didn't stalk. I looked. Once. For research purposes."

"Research purposes. Right. What were you researching? How to be more judgmental?"

"How to understand why someone would spend an entire basketball game on their phone."

"And what did you discover, Nancy Drew?”

"That you have good taste in coffee shops and questionable taste in captions,” Cam muttered.

"My captions are art."

"Your captions are what happens when fortune cookies have an identity crisis."

I choked on my vodka soda. "Oh my God. Did you just make a joke? An actual joke? Someone write this down. Cameron has a sense of humor. Alert the media."

"It's Cam. And I've always had a sense of humor. You just bring out my mean side."

"I'm honored. Truly. I'll add 'brings out Cam's personality' to my resume."

"It's not a personality thing. It's self-defense."

"Against what? My devastating charm?"

"Against whatever chaos you're about to cause."

"I don't cause chaos. I am chaos."

Cam's jaw tightened, but I could see the amusement fighting with her irritation. She was trying not to laugh. I was getting good at reading her tells.

"You know what?" she said. "I'm not doing this."

"Doing what?"

"Whatever this is. This constant back and forth. It's juvenile."

"You started it."

"I'm ending it."

"That's what quitters say."

She raised a brow. “I’m not a quitter."

"Then stop running away from a simple conversation."

"This isn't a conversation. This is you being deliberately antagonistic."

"And you're being deliberately boring,” I said. “So I guess we're both disappointing each other. Want to call it a draw and get more vodka?"