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Ian put down his chopsticks, reached over, wrapped his own hands around Paul’s, and manipulated the chopsticks for him “Like this,” he said “Only the top one moves You hold the bottom one still See? Try it”

Paul et one in his h without much finesse The second shrimp ended up in his lap

“Where did you learn to do this?” Paul asked, clicking the chopsticks together

“When I lived in China”

“Really?”

Ian tilted his head and gave the “duh!” expression “You’re cute,” he said, then shrugged “Soht me”

“Someone?”

“Yeah”

“A guy?”

“I think he was male”

“Was he your…?”

“Why do you ask rabbed one of the two egg rolls from Paul’s plate with his chopsticks “Ah ha!”

“Stop that! Eat your dead fish”

Ian grasped a miniature octopus in his chopsticks and pointed it toward Paul “Try one They taste kind of like shrimp”

He wrinkled his nose “No, thank you”