Matt sniggered, shaking his head in disappointment. "That guy's got nothing on me." He truly believed that. Because...Look at him. Were there any doubts?
He winced when Lynne described her injuries. "Whoa. A shard to the hip. Yikes." Still, she was quite right, it didn't compare to what he'd seen out there at the concert. He tried to chase the memory away with another sip off his mocha - it was divine - and placed a hand on his leg.
"So. Steve Kazarian, huh?" Time to play. Smirking, Matt shifted his position and put an elbow on the table, holding his chin with his fist, so he'd be closer to Lynne's face when she blushed all over.