“That’s fucking him!” I shouted as soon as the bathroom door closed, hushing the loud music beyond it to a hum. “Frankie—Francesco, whatever the fuck his name is—he’s the Hook(Up) guy from the plane!” “No.” She gasped, clapping a palm over her mouth. “Yes,” I confirmed, pacing back and forth with my hands on my hips. “Holy shit, what are the fucking odds of that?”
