“The Asian guy. He was cute, no?”
I guess it’s a strange question, coming from your boss. But you get used to it in a place like this.
“Yeah, he was pretty cute,” I agree.
“But I think he plays for her team,” Sam chimes in, gesturing toward me.
Phil’s eyes light up.
“You think he likes her??”
“No. Not, like, my actual team,” I try to explain. “But, you know, the straight team.”
While Sam and I are waiting for the elevator, Phil’s head pops out the door.
“Beatrix,” he says, fluttering his eyelashes, “how did you know that about that guy?”
“That he’s straight? I don’t know. Sam thought so, too.”
“Oh. I’ve never been able to tell. All I know is cute or not cute.”