Summary:

“You don’t like cars or clubs or women but you saw my documentary where there is only that?” “I mean… yes,” Shane shrugged, feigning nonchalance. He was the very opposite of nonchalant about possibly everything in life. “I don’t like cars or clubs, but I like you.” There, he said it. He liked Ilya Rozanov. OR: Shane decides to stay after Ilya makes his famous tuna melts. Life ensues.