She switched the phone from one ear to the other, leaning her elbows onto her bar counter. She had spoken to Brie about a certain guy who had been very pushy and very present the past couple of days. She didn’t really appreciate it. “How do you politely reject a stalker?”
Brie frowned when she heard Naomi’s question, shifting the phone in her hand as she thought through her answer. “Well, you could say you’re married,” Even though she wasn’t, if the stalker wasn’t a crazy stalker, he’d get the picture. “And if you didn’t want to talk to him, you could do a fake phone call or something.”
