"But sometimes that doesn't mean anything," Matt pointed out. He hadn't always been the devil's advocate, but with Laura, it was hard not to be. Mainly because otherwise it was easy to dislike pretty much everyone. "Sometimes everyone likes the dick, and hates the nice guy."
"You think too much," Laura retorted. She kind of liked having someone who actually discussed stuff, rather than just tried to charm his way through an argument, but right now, she just wanted to bitch. She was good at that.
"Cause you're rubbing off on me," he joked, nudging her shoulder slightly.
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes again. He was a dork. Looking around the restuarant again, she scowled slightly when she didn't see any redheads. "He's probably why they're late."