"Yeah. But I could still crush you like a bug," he says.
"When did you get violent?" I ask.
"It's not violence. It's logic. Men can hurt women. That's why women are afraid of them," he says.
Luna shoots me awhere did he get thislook.
I shrug.
"Have you been listening to me?" she asks.
He laughs. "No. Valeria."
Luna shoots me another looksee.
I nod. I see. Everyone sees.
"Hey! I'm not blind. And you two aren't subtle," Dare says.
"You like her," Luna says.
"She's my best friend," he says. "No offense, Tricky."
"She's cuter. I get it," I say.
He laughs like the suggestion is ridiculous. "Valeria?"
"Are you kidding? Haven't you seen her Instagram?" Luna asks. "She's a total babe."
"I don't go on Instagram," he says.
"Well, you should check. She looks hot." Luna pulls out her cell and finds his friend's profile. A picture of her, on the beach in Barcelona, in a string bikini.
His eyes go wide, but he shakes it off, signals the phone away. "She's like my sister. You're weird."
"Okay, and if your sister was hot, you'd be able to admit it," she says.
He looks to me for support.
"I don't know about that one. I can see Molly is conventionally attractive. And I know a lot of people have the hots for red-headed women. But I wouldn't call her hot," I say.
"No way! Molly is smoking hot! In those suits? I want her to boss me around," she says.
"Wait. You like girls?" Dare asks. "Since when? Can I watch?"
"I don't know if Ilikegirls," she says. "But I find them attractive."
"You daydream about fucking his sister?" Dare asks.
"I don't daydream. I see the appeal," she says.
"You're bi?" he asks.
"A Kinsey 1," she says. "Fleeting thoughts." When neither of us object, she says, "How the hell do you two know the Kinsey scale?"
"Everyone knows the Kinsey scale," Dare says. "Get real."
"Right. And your girlfriend is a psych major," Luna says. "How is she, by the way?"