“Jules, you’ve got to go for it.”
“What?” I asked shocked.
“God, you are so lucky to have him at home... well I mean... as relative.... kind of. I mean, if your friend will marry his brother, you will be almost relatives, right?”
“Uh... you’re wrong. Rachel and I aren’t sisters.”
“Yeah, all right, but you’ll see him often. You know, at parties, and maybe if you’re going out. Maybe you could also spend Christmas together.”
“Please, don’t exaggerate.”
“Jules, I’m saying, enjoy it! I mean... you can’t find a guy that handsome everywhere, don’t you think?”
“Maybe... but you’re forgetting two tiny details. First: who says that I want to do something with him? Second: who says that he likes me?”
“Please, Jules... have you seen how he looked at you?”
“No. Why, how did he look at me?” I s
