He gestured toward the plate he’d gotten me. “Is that okay?” “They would have kicked you out of a hunter-gatherer society.” “I didn’t realize I needed to gather more.” “How often have we been hanging out?” I asked. “True. Stay here. Keep eating. I’ll get you more.” “That’s the nicest thing a man has ever said to me,” I replied with a sigh. Marco got up, laughing, and headed back to the food table.
