“I might have been better off if he did,” I say, wrinkling up my nose. “Honestly, I think his villain speeches were better. He’s a proper badass, you know? Whereas Oliver was so whiny, putting on the guilt trips . . . like Jesus dude, get on Tinder, get over it.”
Callum stares at me for a second, then he starts laughing so hard that his shoulders shake.
“Aida, you’re out of your fucking mind,” he says.