The cute twink bartender somehow recognized me and greeted me like we were old friends.
“Hey! Back again?”
“Hey.” I returned his smile. “Yeah, I was up helping Mike for a bit, but he cut me loose to come down and play.”
“Oh! You’re Mike’s new friend—Justin, is it?” He handed me an ice water.
“You must have a memory like a steel trap.”
“I heard you do too.” He winked at me. “It certainly gets me better tips. Although I was prepared to call you Timmy.”
“Timmy?”
“Hasn’t anyone told you that you have more than a passing resemblance to Timothée Chalamet? Mmm, talk about yummy.”
I smiled and nodded, accepting the comparison but brushing my dark curls back self-consciously. I had indeed heard that more than once since Call Me by Your Name came out. Although, I liked to think I was a littl
