“Hey! I’m Winnie.” “Peter. Good to meet you. Are you his, um, partner or …?” Peter looks between me and Winnie, and I don’t know if he means partner in the romantic or business sense. I’m also not sure which of those ideas is the most preposterous. Winnie chokes out a laugh. “No. Not in any sense of the word.” She laughs again, and it shouldn’t irritate me that she finds either idea as absurd as I do.
