“That’s the thing. Abnormally good-looking people aren’t supposed to also be so . . .” “So . . . ?” He arches a brow. I wave my arms in a circle. He cracks a smile. “Spherical?” I latch on to the closest word I can find. “Vast.” “Vast,” he repeats. “Funny,” I say. “Interesting. It’s like, pick a lane, buddy.”
