" He was blushing. Christ, the kid was so transparent. “Harry, are you going to tell me you’ve got a girlfriend?” I asked. The blush deepened, and I laughed. “I’ll be damned,” I said. “Good for you.” He looked at me, checking to see whether I was going to tease him. “She’s not exactly my girlfriend.” “Well, never mind the taxonomy. How did you meet her?” “Work. "

― Barry Eisler , A Lonely Resurrection (John Rain, #2)