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In every introduction, after discussions on how lovely Mindy looked and how nice the ceremony was, the inevitable question always comes next

“So, Lucy, how did you meet Josh?”

“We met at work,” Josh supplied the first time when the silence stretched too thin, so it becomes my default answer

“Oh, and where do you work?” is the next question None of his fahtest idea where he works, or what he does They’re aard about it; like being a Med School Dropout is so house sounds glamorous

“It’s so lovely seeing you with soives ay

I excuse us and pull him aside behind a pillar

“You have to make more of an effort I’m exhausted It’s my turn to stand there and feel you up while you talk” A waiter passes and offers me another tiny canapé He knows me by now because I’ve eaten at least twelve I’m his best customer I’m obsessed with dinner, which I’ve been promised by the waiter is at five o’clock sharp I watch the hands on Josh’s watch, knowing I’ll probably die of hunger before then

“I can’t think of anything to say” He notices a paintball bruise onover it

“Ask people about themselves, it usually works” I a little peeks at us “You need to tellatfreak”

“I hate being asked about myself”

“I noticed Nobody knows a flippin’ thing about you And you didn’t answer my question”

“They’re looking atScandal”

“Is that why you want ets you’re not a doctor? You’d do far better to hand out your business card Quit touchingmy arm

“I can’t seeathers me closer and dips his mouth down to my ear “Are you this soft all over?”

“What do you think?”