Wish
Veronica’s face turns a bright red, and she stammers, “A … Are you going to let her talk to me like this, Jesse?!”
Jesse looks between the two of us before chewing on the bacon strip. “Maybe you should watch what you say. We were all Level Zeroes and Ones at some point.”
Veronica’s face turns a mottled shade of purple, which I find intriguing, but what I find more interesting is Jesse’s statement.
“What do you mean you were all Level Zeroes and Ones?” I study him.
Jesse blinks. “You don’t know? Well,” he chews the crispy bacon, slowly, “each level can graduate to the next level.”