QUOTE : No.” She bit her lip and played with her hair in a flirty way, but she wasn’t really good at flirting. He knew she was attracted to him. He liked her, too, but for different reasons. There was something real about her, and he met a lot of people in San Francisco who weren’t real at all. It didn’t matter what she said; he just liked listening to her talk. “What about you?” he asked. “What’s the Lucy Hagen story?” She blushed and looked away. “Oh, that’s a boring story.” “I doubt it. Everybody’s got a story. Did you grow up in the city?” “No. Out in Modesto. I went to SF State and wanted to stick around after college. Nobody was hiring business majors, so I applied at Macy’s. I had