“Did you coordinate with the Hamiltons for maximum effect here?"

"The Hamiltons?" he asks, and turns to follow my eyes over to the table. "Oh!"

Ducking, he glances up at me, eyes comically wide. As if there's anywhere to hide in that shirt.? Oh, Ethan. "Wow," he whispers.
They're here? That is . . . a coincidence. And awkward."

"That's awkward?" I look with meaning at his bright shirt and his Day-Glo green cup in the middle of the classy, muted dining room of Camelia.”