"So what's your deal, Red?" He asks, taking his piercing between his teeth. "I grew up in a house with four guys and no females other than myself," I shrug while flicking red locks off my shoulder. "That explains a lot," he chuckles. "And what's that supposed to mean, Hemmings?" The words roll off my lips as swiftly as my eyes roll. "Just that I'm finally piecing together the tough act," he states, looking me dead in the eye.