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"What's so bad about going on a yacht with me?"
"Everything."
"What, are you seasick?'
"No."
"Well then, great!"
"No."
"What then?"
"My friend wanted to win. I don't want to take that chance from her."
"Well, it's too bad."
"And! I don't want to go with you."
"Why not? I'm the perfect bachelor."
"Not interested."
"Oh, come on. Don't knock me til' you try me."
Janie rolled her eyes. "They say don't judge a book by it's cover and I don't have to with you. I already know what you're all about."
"Really. What am I all about?"
"Rich. Douchey. Superficial. Party all day and night. Frat boy. Fake. There's more but I don't have time to list them."
"Wow, you pretty much got the gist of it. Douchey, huh? Nice choice of words."
"What would you say?"
"Asshole, dick, tool."
"Tool and dick isn't any better."
"I agree. Hmm, something we both agree on."
Logan continued eating and Janie sat there twiddling her thumbs.
"So you go out much?" Janie ignores the question.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" She still ignores him.
"I knew it. I could give you a summary of what you're like." Janie looks up. "You're boring. Plain Jane. Average. A cliche to those dorky girls."
Janie smiles and nods. "Again, asshole."
"No, you said douchey."
"Same difference."
"You want to spend the day with me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Do you take me as a joke? Something to play around with?"
"Yeah."
Janie is on the verge of crying, but it takes much more for her to cry in public. She holds in her anger and breathes.