Knowing Jeff was attracted to Chris partly because of his weight, I was amused to watch him pile brownies, cheese, and chocolate-covered strawberries on Chris’s plate. They had been together for four years, so a certain degree of intimacy was unavoidable, but they weren’t acting like enemies, I couldn’t help but notice.
“So are they or aren’t they?” I finally asked Katie and Benji, once Chris and Jeff had met up out on the terrace overlooking the Marina and the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance.
“What do you care?” Francisco asked. “You looked pretty comfortable with Josh tonight.”
“Did I?”
“Oh man, I missed Josh?!?” Benji lamented. “He sounds so dreamy. I’m dying to meet him!”
“He is dreamy,” I asserted.
“Is he dreamy, Katie?”
“Yeah, Katie,” I enjoined. “Is he dreamy?”
“Well,” she hesitated, loath to encourage me. “I don’t know about dreamy.”
I gasped in mock affront. Well, partly mock.