"Okay, now I think you have me confused with someone else Steve went out with," Chrissy laughs, shaking her head. "No way was I too cool for him." Even being aware, in a strange, distant sort of way, of her own popularity, she was always taken aback by it and never really saw herself as cool. Instead, she felt like it was something she stumbled into, something unearned that could have been gone at a moment's notice. She was as surprised that Steve wanted to go out with her, all the way back in her freshman year, as she is that Eddie apparently likes hanging out with her now.

When he holds the door open, she pauses in front of him just long enough to give him a tiny, teasing curtsy as an answer to his bow. Inside, it's neither crowded nor empty, a faint but not overwhelming chatter filling the room, the scent of fresh-baked bread in the air. "This seems nice."