"More or less the same." I wanted to ask why he hadn't chosen to approach me, but instead I asked, "Was his name really Beau?"
"Who? Ah, the man I left with? I have no idea. I pushed him up against a door to kiss him, and he panicked and ran."
"Poor baby," I mocked. Pete--somehow that name felt easier in my mouth and thoughts than Louis--would have done better to pick me.
"Eh. What do you Americans say? You cannot win them all?"
"No, I guess you can't."
"I would have gone back for you, you know, but you were leaving. And then the next morning I found you again, and I was not going to let you go."
"Am I supposed to be flattered by that?"
"Actually, you should be." He grinned faintly. "I imagine one could say things worked out for the best."
Yeah, we'd lucked out. "Although it could have gone the other way and I could have killed you."
"C'est vrai? You do not think we each recognized what the other was?"