I exhaled. “Not exactly…”

“What’d she do?”

“Line up guys!” I told my class. I motioned and Tracy leaned over for me to whisper in her ear. “She invited me out for a drink…” I said. “With a carseat.”

“So?”

“So?!” I hissed. “Why would an Amazon have a carseat?”

Tracy pantomimed putting her finger to her chin in thought. “Um…because she had a Little friend? Kind of like how I have a Little friend? Oh look! It’s the same one!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Tracy was supposed to have my back on this sort of thing. And she was being playful about it, but. “Honestly, Boss, I love ya, but I think you’re making a mountain out of a molehill on this one.” Damnit. My Tweener friend might’ve had a point.