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“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I sat across from him at the island waiting on him to say something.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

“You keep doing that.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Doing what?”

“Looking at me like you’re about to ask something.”

He smiled. “Maybe I am.”

“Then ask.”

He turned the stem of his glass between his fingers. “Did you always know you wanted to do design?”

I stared at him. “That’s your big question?”

“You sound nervous.”

I took another sip. “Yes. Mostly. I knew I wanted to make things beautiful and feel like home. I just didn’t know that was a job for a while.”

He nodded.

“What about you? What did you want to be first?”

“A basketball player.”

I laughed immediately.

He stared at me. “What?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh. “Were you good?”

“Yes.”

“How tall are you?”

“Six-two.”

I laughed even harder.

“Fuck you, Blair.”

He got quiet again.

“What?” I asked.

He looked down at his glass. “Nothing.”