"I've made approximately ten thousand drinks in my life. I better look like I belong."
"Yeah, but I mean the whole package. The costume, the machine, the cape. You look like the protagonist of a very expensive video game." Felix leaned on the counter. "The kind of game where four gorgeous women are obsessed with you and you have to choose between saving the world and going on dates."
"That's weirdly specific."
"I play a lot of video games." Felix straightened up. "Also, heads up. Rebecca Harrington is here. She's working the haunted house for 3-C, and she asked me if you're single."
My stomach did something complicated. "What did you tell her?"
"I told her you're in a complicated situation, which is the understatement of the century." Felix clapped my shoulder. "Good luck today, man. You're gonna need it."
