“Don’t Gwen me.” A dimple on his right cheek pops up. “Gwenyth?” “Nope.” I continue taking slow steps back toward the conveyor. “Gwendolyn?” I wink at him. “Nope. Sorry, that’s first-date information.” He blinks. And blinks again. He looks so floored by what I’ve just said, I can’t keep myself from smiling. I’m about to turn from him, ready to face the walkway, but his words bring me up short. “What are we calling tonight, then?”
