Kevin had accepted the offer.
He wouldn’t stop ranting about it to Owen, who listened with an (apparent) sympathetic ear.
“I don’t know what the *fuck* they are gonna do to me. I should ask her to call it off. Should I ask her to call it off?”
“Kevin, deal’s a deal, unfortunately.”
“Yeah, but. This is just outrageous.”
Owen laughed, “Outrageous?”
“Well, *you* didn’t agree to it.”
Owen just laughed harder. Then, in a softer voice he said, “Every single guy out on campus wants to be you right now. Relax a bit.”
“Some of the stuff she asked… I don’t know.”
“So what? You’ll help them out and get back home by morning. Enjoy the ride. Get me a few numbers too while you’re at it. Hot ones only.”
Kevin would most certainly not be collecting any numbers. He’d known Sophia for more than a decade now. They had grown pretty close during their school years, and even though they’d always considered each other “friends”, there had been a sexual undercurrent to their relationship, particularly in recent years. Oh, it sounded grand but it had never progressed beyond the occasional touch and a bit of flirting. He still considered her a friend first. So her asking him… it had been super weird.