"What's that smell?" Foggy sniffs the air and comes to a stand still.

"You're going to have to be a little bit more specific." I smile knowingly even though I don't really know what he's talking about. My nose isn't like the next guy's, if you know what I mean, so I can't be sure which of the thousands of molecules bombarding my nose at any one ( Read more... )

"I don't understand..." I look at Foggy, completely dumbfounded. Well, I don't technically look at him, I face him, but that's just semantics.

"I mean it, Matt. Take off the tie." His voice has that sound that says he's dead serious. But then I hear a smile too. It's weird.

"Foggy, what are you...? What's wrong with this tie?" This is the first ( Read more... )