He doesn't say anything.
He tugs at the collar of his vintage tuxedo, breaking eye contact. "Sophie told me what happened with that ex-boyfriend of yours, Davis. She said he cheated a lot of prestigious people out of a lot of money. And that he had a lot of gambling debts. I'm sorry. It must be hard for you to see an ex-lover doing something like that."
I flinch.
"Not ex-lover," I correct. "Ex-boyfriend. I mean, I was dating Davis for a while, and we took a certain amount of breaks and—"
"Oh, I see," he says, and I feel like we're getting into that part of my life that's better left behind.
So I don't go there.
"That's okay. I get that." He moves closer to me, his strawberry blond hair shining under the dim light of the wall sconces. "Or would you like to sit down somewhere and...get
