“Come on, Eli. You look at Rue Siebert like her pussy tastes like beer. Stop pining.” “You’re the one who sent me to her the other day. And I don’t pine.” “Then why are you being like this? Jesus, you’ve been in actual relationships and never lost your mind. What’s so different now?” Did you look at her? he’d wanted to ask. Tonight? Did you hear her voice? Did you see her expression when she first noticed me? Did you see her mouth?
