Wilson

I’m sorry son, it’s just that I’ve been waiting with a lawyer on standby for when she inevitably figured out that you were… watching her. Anyway, tell me more about what—”

Quite romantic, if you ask me.

Over the last however many years—since I first started coming here at the age of sixteen—I’ve garnered a… reputation.
In other words, they all think I’m a raging lunatic who should be locked away in some sort of asylum.

Not sure why, since I’m like a ray of fucking sunshine.

I don’t know if I’m fucking hallucinating or what, but a fucking angel has just appeared in the middle of the bar.

Well, Izzy too, but she doesn’t count in this situation.

If they paid enough attention, they would realize that I’m probably smarter than the both of them.

Dad did offer to stay with her, but we figured having the Don of the New York Mafia come and stay with her might scare her a little.

But did he really have to go and wake up while I was in the middle of the best goddamn moment of my life?

Fucking selfish asshole.