Setting the lobster roll down, imperfectly perfect lips smile again, and I know he has another punchy comeback ready to go. Instead, he studies me in silence for a moment. “I have to admit, you’re not what I expected.” “What were you expecting?” “Not you.” “Good? Bad?” “Good, unfortunately.” “Why is that unfortunate?” “Because this is supposed to be filler, but you’re making me curious about the plot.”
