Sabrina's POV
"How's the new job?" Dylan asks from across the table.
The weather is so lovely today. The sun is shining and it's not too cold, which makes it the perfect weather to get frozen yogurt with your bestie and sit in Central Park. This is something Dylan and I always do together on the weekend because it gives us the opportunity to catch up and discuss how our week went.
I scoop a big spoonful of chocolate yogurt into my mouth, "It's amazing. My colleagues are great, and my boss is super kind."
"He's hot though, right?" Dylan winks at me.
I lean across the picnic bench to punch his shoulder. He continues to say that every time I mention Atlas because he wants to know how attractive he is, but I won't give him the satisfaction by giving him an answer.
"You really have to stop with that," I mutter, "Because no matter how many times you say it, I won't tell you what he looks like."
Dylan frowns, eating a mouthful of his yogurt, "You're no fun."
I laugh at him, "Pout all
