"There's nothing else going on?" she asks.
"Just thinking about someone."
"Another woman?"
"Not exactly."
She raises a brow.
"You'll think it's stupid."
"I already think it's stupid."
"You're easy to talk to. Anyone ever tell you that?"
She laughs. "Everyone, yeah." She takes a long sip. "The truth feels better than a lie, doesn't it?"
"You're like her that way," I say. "Brave."
She actually blushes. "Thank you. But flattery won't help you. Wait? Who's brave?"
"I follow her online diary," I say. "It's a one-sided thing. We don't talk one-on-one. But I feel… I don't know. I guess I want that with someone. The intimacy."
"That's not the same thing as a relationship, Tricky."
"I know."
"She shares and you do, what… phone sex?"
"No. I don't know her."
"It's all her, revealing herself to you. Relationships go two ways."
"Yeah." I know that. I just love this. "But I—"
"Don't know if you want to have a just-sex relationship or try to find something real?"
"I can finish my own sentences."
Luna softens. "Come over tonight. We can talk, watch trashy reality TV, drink Bud Light."
"Am I ever going to live that down?"
"Don't drink the Bud if you don't want the rep."
"You wouldn't be caught dead drinking a light beer."
"True. But you can bring some for yourself."
"I'm okay," I say.
"We'll drink too much coffee then."
"Oliver won't mind?"
She clears her throat.
"Not 'cause I need his permission to hang with his girlfriend."