“I don’t have time for this,” Preeta is mostly talking to herself, scowling fiercely at the report in front of her. “Aunty wants to introduce me to someone tomorrow, I need to at least be well rested, I do not have time for this.”

“Oh?” Eduardo asks, looking up. “Is that serious? Whenever my mother wanted to introduce me to someone, she was hoping we’d get married.”

Preeta is momentarily distracted. “She knows you’re gay, right?”

“Hey,” Eduardo protests, but he’s smiling. “I’ve had girlfriends.”

“Is it like a 60-40 situation?”

“It’s a whoever I’m attracted to situation.”

Preeta gives him a long look. “Ahuh,” she says, clearly not believing him. Mentally, Eduardo edits his answer. It’s a whoever will love me back situation.

“I fall in love really easily,” Eduardo admits after a long pause, looking back down at the reports. “Too easily.”

“I know,” Preeta agrees. For a minute the silence is taunt and dangerous, and then Preeta sighs. “No, it’s not serious. My aunties are always setting me up.”