What the fuck? My cheeks burn. Geoffrey waits expectantly, his arms outstretched. He’s reaching for a hug. I dodge it at the last second, stepping backward. “Well? Do you like them?” “Um . . .” My face is stiff and frozen. Why the fuck would you get me chopsticks? What is wrong with you? I keep nodding, as though I am one of Ji-hyun’s stupid bobbleheads. “Thanks, I guess.”
