“Hey, Zach, it’s Topher. And Beck.” Jacobs smiles at me. “But you’re totally allowed to call him Teddy seeing as you hate the last-name game. Where’s Foster? We kinda need to talk to him.” “Don’t you two hate each other? Did someone die?” We look at each other and laugh. “We, uh, have some questions,” I say. He gasps. “Was I right? It was totally sexual tension between you guys?” I glance at Jacobs. “Zach’s gay. We could ask him.”
