QUOTE : God, fuck you,” I said, with no heat. “What?” I twisted my hair up and held it on top of my head for a minute because I was getting warm from the wine and all the bodies in the room. Christopher’s eyes tracked to my neck and then back to my face, and I smiled. “Oh, because. You’re ridiculous. You’re great with people and you genuinely like them, so you make them feel comfortable, and it’s just absurd. I bet you’re friends with all your exes, and when you see people you know from other moments in your life you, like, joyfully call out to them because you want to know how they’re doing.” “Well, what do you do?” “Me? I duck down behind the cereal aisle in the hopes that they won’t notice me because probably I didn’t like them when I knew them and I sure as hell don’t want to talk to them now!” Christopher’s grin was warm, and I muttered “Shut up,” and shoved at his arm. Only he didn’t move and I slid on my chair and glared at him.