"Oh." I squeezed Leo's shoulder.

She waved me off, grimacing when she touched the table. She grabbed a napkin from the dispenser and scrubbed at the sticky spot. "It's all good. If Drio is gonna define me by what I am, not who I am, then fuck him. I'm glad I never have to see him again."

Leo had uttered some variation of this so many times that she sounded close to believing it. My friendship with Drio had died that day as well, and if she missed him only twice as much as ...