My friend stares at me as if I’ve suddenly grown a second head. “What?”

I look at him expectantly, and he narrows his eyes. “I don’t know. Isn’t this the sort of thing you should ask a woman? Do you think I go around thinking about your personality all day?”

“Fair point,” I shrug.

I watch Patrick leave, and my fingers tap on my knee some more as I ponder the events of last night. Sophia has a tendency to act before she thinks. While I do admire her drive to protect others, the ...