“You say you don’t like pretentious, Leigh, but it’s not true. You went to Rowan and Tufts and now you’re in a fucking MFA program, and you’re only interested in guys that look like me, aren’t you?” He spits out the words, frustrated. “Maybe that’s why I started going by William after Middlebury. Maybe that’s why I changed my glasses. Maybe that’s why I signed up for this stupid program in the first place. You want pretentious. You wouldn’t be attracted to me otherwise.”
