The Luna Choosing Game
I could only thank my luck that Julian had no walked in a minute or two earlier, or the teasing would have been relentless.
It was bad enough now, with the knowing smirk Julian kept flashing me.
“So,” I said, trying to get things back on track. “Mental self-defense.”
“Exactly. I’ve been thinking of the best way to help train you, and I’ve decided on role-play.”
I raised a brow. “Role-play?”
“I’ll pretend to be Terry and say all the terrible bullshit Terry would say, and you try to counter it. I’ll correct you when you do or say something that I know would only encourage the asshole. This way, we can help prepare you for your inevitable next meeting with him.”