“Did you bring me empanadas and tequila?” “Yeah,” she says softly. “It’s nothing, really, but…” I interrupt her. “Do you know I love you?” Her mouth slams shut and her eyes get damp. “No. I didn’t.” “It’s true, Bec. I’ve got it bad. And that shitty little story about Juliet and me is a bummer, but it’s really no big deal.”
