Vincent laughs and shrugs. "Why? Do you know anyone who's available? Any pretty friends?"

"What's your type?" I ask as I bring a fork full of crepe into my mouth.

"You're my type." He sips at his coffee.

"Ah, well, unfortunately I'm spoken for."

"Do we have to talk about this?" he asks.

I was under the impression that we were just playing around, so when he says this I frown and say, "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know…" He works on eating his crepes.

"Sterling told me you were popular in college," I say around a mouthful. "Did you date anyone there?"

"Did Sterling really...