32| Linner

Alec didn’t seem deterred as I continued to shove my face with pickles.

“The other night in the hot tub, you said that people always leave. What did that mean?" Alec asked out of nowhere.

I swallowed the pickle I was chewing before answering. "That's kind of a heavy topic for lunch."

"Well," Alec said, looking at the time on his Apple Watch, "it's a late lunch; it's basically a dinner."

"It's a linner," I said, chuckling at my own joke.

"A what?"

"A lunch and dinner mixed together- linner," I explained, surprised he didn't get it the first time.

He smiled, "You're kind of a dork."

I smirked, "So I've been told."

Before he could press further, Scott arrived with the rest of our food and another round of beers, even though we hadn't finished our first ones.

"Jeez, is Scott trying to get us drunk?" I chuckled.

"Probably. He usually does. Now, are you going to tell me what you meant?"

I took another big drink of my beer before I began. "Well, long story short, I didn't really have a fat