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On Sunday, I met Xavier for lunch. I needed to give him his phone back, and he suggested a lunch date so we could catch up on the gossip.
He picked a Vietnamese spot in Silver Lake. In a cozy room with walls covered in street art, I worked my way through a bowl of seafood pho, its rich, layered aroma curling up around me while I listened to him talk.
Today, his hair was up in a man bun, making his almond-shaped eyes look even sharper. He wore a white linen shirt against his bronze skin and cream pants — full resort, five‑star‑only energy. Half the people in the place, men and women alike, were undressing him with their eyes.
"So tell me about the twins. The general stuff. I don’t think I’m emotionally prepared for the details." I pressed my lips together.
He waved me off. "Old
