“Josh, you saw him," Tally says, "What did he look like? Did he look nice?" "He looked like a person," Josh grunts. "Don't be a spoilsport," Tally says, and Caid hears her smack Josh on the arm. "Shortish, blondish, thinish," Josh says. "Thank you, Josh," Caid says, "Your way with words astounds me yet again." "Well, whatever," Tally says. "What did you guys talk about? You said he's nice?" "We talked about a lot of things. And yeah, he's—I mean, we traded numbers, so hopefully he'll call." "I hope so, too," Tally says. "I'm glad you have somebody to hang out with now." "Because I was such horrible company?" Josh says, voice thick and deep like he's got a mouthful of ice cream. "I wouldn't say horrible," Caid says. "Unbearable, maybe. Like one of those YouTube videos that never loads." And with that, he shoots a shit-eating grin in Josh's direction, and shovels a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.” JoshTallyCaid Book:The Sudden Visibility of Sound Source: The Sudden Visibility of Sound