They arrived at the Chinese Theatre with plenty of time to cozy up to the fans. Rafi insisted on doing that first, before answering any questions from the journalists lined up along the carpet.
“Let’s start there,” he said, grinning and pointing to a group holding up a sign that read, WE SHIP JURAFI! Next to the words was a giraffe, with Julian and Rafael’s faces inside a heart on its haunches.
During the next several minutes, a girl in a tube top asked Rafi to sign her chest, which he cheerfully did; another had him sign her copy of Epicurious, and a possibly-genderfluid person in a Mohawk gave some sort of formal blessing to Rafi and Julian’s blossoming love, which Rafi found surprisingly moving. A starry-eyed boy asked permission to write fanfic about them, to which Rafi could only st
