“I think he really loves you,” says Sophie, after finishing her third martini.

We meet in the V.I.P. area of the club. Now that I know Levi's tastes better, I'm starting to notice his touch in the design of the place.

“I don't know,” I say, sighing and ordering another round of drinks for both of us. “It's all terribly confusing at this point.”

“Maybe you should talk to him,” Sophie encourages me. “Say what's on your mind.”

“I ...