LILY
"No."
"Did your girlfriend cheat on you?"
"No."
"Did your girlfriend...
"No. I don't have a girlfriend. I'm gay."
"Oh. Oh. Oh." He is still staring at me. Really, that's all. I have nothing else to say. He looks away from me, and a frown turns down his lip. I think I may have hurt his feelings. "I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry."
He looks back at me, and a wide, beautiful smile curves his lips. He squeezes my hands. "I know." He picks up his glass and continues sipping.
"Can I have a taste?"
"Are you old enough to drink?"
"Yes. I bet we're the same age. I'm 19." I stare him down.
"I like you; you're also a liar." He laughs. "I'm nineteen, but you're not nineteen." He empties the content of his glass and sets it down.
"Oh, I didn't get your name."
"That's because you don't car
