[...] I got up and walked over to Christopher, who was talking to the boy I had noticed. Christopher introduced us. The boy kissed me on both cheeks. His name was Theo. He had a long face and thick, dark, expressive eyebrows. He was wearing one of those navy workwear jumpsuits, like a mechanic, and had deep brown skin and bleached blond hair. Whenever he looked at me, he grinned in a mischievous way. I felt shy if I held his gaze for too long, uncomfortable. I thought he was beautiful. Definitely the most beautiful boy I had seen in New York. Christopher looked at both of us and laughed. “Why don’t you show Isa the view on the roof? She hasn’t gone up yet.” Theo smiled. “That’s a good idea.” From across the room I could feel Gala giving me one of her looks. Theo led me up the stairwell, holding me by the arm and gently rubbing his thumb over my wrist. The night had renewed its lease.