Gina smiled looking almost shy at the praise, then she looked back at Shenin and smiled. “You’re welcome, ma’am.”
“Shenin, at least this morning,” Shenin replied.
“Shenin,” Gina repeated, furrowing her brow slightly like the name sounded foreign to her.
Gina left a few minutes later. An hour later, Tyler called and Shenin told her about how nice Gina had been.
Tyler was quiet for a moment, then asked, “She gay?”
“What?” Shenin replied, surprised by the question.
“Is she gay?” Tyler asked, her words measured and slower.
“No,” Shenin answered instantly, “I mean, I don’t think so. Why? What does that matter anyway? You know I don’t have a problem with people being gay.”
“I might have a problem with that one being gay,” Tyler said.
“What? Why?” Shenin asked, confused. “Ty?” Shenin que
