“So what’s your type, Josh?”

The house parties have gotten bigger and bigger. Now there are six people besides Mittens, one of them being the boss of the company.

Mittens laughs.

“Type of what?”

“Type of woman.” Jake says, with an implied ‘duh.’

Mitten scratches the beard he’s been growing, and I can tell he’s going to lie.

“A pretty, smart woman who knows how to have fun.” he says, an almost imperceptible amount of hesitation creeping into his tone.

Jake laughs,

“So you won’t settle for anything less than perfect, huh?”

Mittens laughs confidently, seeing that he’s cleared the hurdle.