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“The name is Mr. Mehta," Sam interrupted. "Sam is for friends."
"Do you have friends?" Daisy inquired. "You don't look the type."
"Of course I have friends." He'd lost touch with many of them after Nisha's accident, but he still saw John regularly at the gym, along with his sparring partner, Evan.
"Are they imaginary or real?" Daisy gave him a condescending smile. "I'm guessing imaginary because no one wants to be friends with a jerk."
Sam scowled. "This is a place of business. If you wish to socialize, I suggest you go elsewhere."
"He's cute when he's annoyed," Daisy said. "Maybe you should keep him around for eye-candy purposes."
Layla gave him a sideways glance through the thicket of her lashes. "Don't compliment him. His ego is already so big, his top shirt button is about to pop."
The women chuckled and Sam's jaw tightened. Women adored him. Men admired him. Employees detested him. But no one ever, ever dismissed him. "He is, in fact, sitting right here."
"We're very aware of your presence." Daisy flashed him a sultry smile. "It's hard to miss the steam coming out of your ears.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“Since you're not enjoying yourself, perhaps you and Ms. Salazar would like to leave?"
"That's probably wise." Kieran was glaring at me, and I said to Nicole, "In-N-Out sound good to you? I'm starving."
Bull's-eye. Kieran opened his mouth, but Mrs. Hutton clamped her hand onto his forearm.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, The Slowest Burn