Forty-five minutes later, Alex finally walked into the pizza joint in tiny downtown Glen Hill, Vermont. He was still faintly horrified that Mitch had hit on him while in full view of the other speakers and lingering students, but as he started to realize that no one had been paying them any attention, except for the guy who’d been filming them from far enough away not to get any sound, horror gave way to mild amusement. It was also a nice ego boost, even though he wasn’t interested.
