Sometime later that night, we're both trying to pretend like everything's normal again.

"What would you like for dinner?" Alex asks me.

I shrug. "I could eat anything."

"I don't have much food here. But there are some nice places within walking distance."

"What do you mean by ‘nice'?" I ask. I glance down at my T-shirt and jeans. "I'm not sure I brought the proper wardrobe for the restaurants you're used to. I don't suppose you'd be down ...