But when the credits scroll up on the screen, he doesn’t make a single move to get up. Instead, he looks over and asks, “So what’s your deal?” I furrow my brow. “What do you mean?” “It’s Friday night—how come you’re sitting around watching action movies?” The question makes me bristle. “What’s wrong with that?” “Nothing.” He shrugs. “I’m just wondering why you’re not out partying or something.” “I was at a party last night.” Don’t remind him you saw him, don’t remind him you saw him— “I saw you there, by the way.”
