A few minutes rolled by with Donald still circling back to Becky.
Same tone, same grin, same hand gestures like he couldn't believe his own luck. Don let him talk. He gave the occasional nod, but most of it washed over him.
He thought about warning him, but then again—he had no right. Not after how things had gone with Samantha. Sometimes the unlikely held. Sometimes it didn't.
Donald's buzz started to taper after a while. He slumped back, glasses sliding down his nose again. "I told Hector about it a few days ago," he said with a shrug. "He said to be careful. But I'm sure about this."
Don seized on the opening. "Speaking of… what's Hector been up to?"
Donald perked. "Oh, you know, the usual—streaming, being super loud, and some not-so-great business decisions." He leaned forward, expression turning more thoughtful. "But his Utube channel on superhuman commentary isn't bad actually. He mainly streams IRL on Switch, though."
