“What’s wrong with your face?”

“What’s wrong with my face?”

I didn’t take my eyes off the spreadsheet on my phone screen. I could sense Erick was trying to make fun of me.

“Just focus on driving. No need to analyze my face.”

“I guess it’s because of Fiona.”

“Fiona is my business, not yours.”

“She dumped you last night, huh? And you were left with blue balls all night.”

“Dammit. Stop making fun of me. Just focus on driving. We have to get to the meeting on ...