“Well, if you want me to go out with him, then yes, it does matter.”
“But two seconds ago you were saying no, no, and no!”
“If you like, I can say it again.”
“What would it cost you? It’s just for an evening, and you’re the perfect guy.”
“Perfect?” I ask, pointing to myself.
“For an evening like this, yes.”
“Why? What kind of evening is it?”
“So youareinterested…”
I glare at him.
“It’s a dinner.”
“A dinner.”
“With potential clients.”
“What clients?”
“Investors.”
“What do I have to do with investors?”
“He needs someone to help him make a good impression.”
“On investors?”
I look down at myself uncertainly. I don’t think I’m the kind of guy who makes a good first impression – especially not on investors.
“Are you sure you’re talking about me?”
“Who else would I be talking about?”
“I don’t think I’m the right guy for you.”
“You don’t have to be right forme. You’re right for my friend Eric, who desperately needs someone to go with him to this event.”
“So he’s desperate now?”
“Okay, fine, so maybe I’m pushing it a little. But don’t tell him I told you he’s desperate.”
“You’re still assuming I’ll say yes.”
Jake smirks at me, and I sigh.
“Because you know I’ll give in.”
I take off my glasses and rest them on the desk, pinching the bridge of my nose and closing my eyes, hoping to fend off the migraine from this morning’s lesson, which seems to be worsened by my friend’s appearance.
“When is this event?”
“I knew I could count on you.”
