“I know,” Frank said. “But I was just thinking about that first night at the Orchard.” “What about it?” I asked. I was trying to focus on having a conversation with Frank, and trying not to think about how close together we were, that he was touching my waist, that he was holding my hand. “You just seemed so . . . diminished,” he said after a moment. “Like you were hoping nobody would see you.” I kept my eyes on his, not letting myself look away. “And now?” He looked right back at me as he gave me a half smile. “You’re the brightest thing in the room,” he said.
