“Sounds like her,” Scott said, with a sort of resigned yet loving embarrassment.
“Well,” Tim said, clapping his hands together, “lovely to see you kids. We’re already a little late for our reservation, so —”
Everyone rushed to make polite ‘nice to see you nice to meet you’ noises, and the two walked off toward the restaurant’s revolving door.
“So,” Letty said, sliding her hands into her pockets. “How’s… uh…”
Sana glanced between Scott and Carver, her dark eyes widening.
“How’s it going?” Letty finally said lamely.
“Fine,” Carver said. “Good. I’m getting divorced.”
Next to him, Scott shifted his weight restlessly. Letty said, “Oh, okay,” her eyes widening as well. “That’s already settled, then?”
Carver laughed. “It’s in motion.”
She pretended to check her watch, and he laughed harder and said, “Fuck you.”
“And your wife was… okay with this?” Sana said.
“No, but she understands the situation,” Carver said. “She didn’t want to keep me if I didn’t want to be kept.”
“Remarkably mature of her,” Letty said.
“One of the benefits of marrying someone without normal emotions.”
Letty lifted the sunglasses in her hand and tapped one of the legs against her bottom teeth as if thinking, then smiled. “So do you know what her deal is, psychologically?”
“No, that’s above my pay grade.”
“God, I’d love to know,” Letty said. “I want to go back to school for psychology just to figure her ass out.”
Sana shrugged. “I found her charming.”
“Well, that’s the thing, they can be very charming.”
“Are you saying she’s a sociopath?”
“Something in the neighborhood, I think,” Letty said.
“Baby,” Sana chided, as if this were rude to say in front of Carver.
“Nah, I don’t really disagree,” he said. “Not even in a bad way, it just is what it is. I’ve seen her do stuff I’d never do.”
Letty used the sunglasses to point at him, raising her eyebrows meaningfully. Next to Carver, Scott kept shifting his weight and fiddling with the zipper on his jacket.
“Want to go talk?” Carver said, turning to him.
Scott looked taken aback, even though this was the whole reason they’d met up. “Yeah,” he said, nodding.
“Okay.” Carver turned back to Letty and Sana. “Congratulations again. Beautiful wedding. You guys are doing the honeymoon soon?”
“We are,” Sana said, beaming. “We leave for Paris tomorrow.”
“You want a seat upgrade for the flight?”
“It’s okay, my dad got there first,” Sana assured him. “He’s a points guy.”
