If I help you work, would you go?"
"I'll consider it."
"Consider it?" Allison huffed. "Oh, you're going to do better than consider it." She pointed a finger at him, and he stared at her in amusement.
"Maybe."
Allison groaned, but she finished wiping that table and moved on to another. She didn't look like someone who was going to back down. "What would happen if I go?" He asked her. "It's only going to cause more problems. And you know what I really should be doing. Avoiding Cleo."
"No way. I'm not letting you off the hook. Even if you give me a thousand reasons why you won't go, I'm going to give you more than a thousand reasons why you should. First, you need to interact more with people. Haven't you heard of the term 'antisocial?'"
"I'm not antisocial." Ezra glared at her, but she didn't flinch. She was already used to it. "Why does everyone keep telling me that?"
"What are you, then?"
