“Groot worden!” I yelled in their direction, narrowing my eyes at them. You’d think I wouldn’t have to tell a group of grown men to grow up, but I couldn’t hold back. I was so busy being mad at them I almost missed Lou behind me, raising his joined hands in a self-clasping handshake, grinning like he had just won a gold medal.
He stopped as soon as he realized I was staring at him.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to be mad at him but unable to hide the smile forming on my face. However ridiculous and partly childish his gesture was, it was also funny.
“I’m not doing anything,” he said, immediately bringing his arms down and hiding them behind his back, biting his bottom lip to hide a smile.
“Oh, well. Go have fun with your friends, I guess,” I told him, nodding in their direction. “Enjoy the victory lap.”
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