"It's funny," Roxie said after a long moment. "I sometimes forget how perceptive you are. Usually I spend so much time looking at how beau - blue - your eyes are that I forget how much they notice."

So maybe it wasn't interest. Maybe he was just being a friend - that big brother that he'd been to her growing up. That was fine too, right?

Roxie tried to convince herself that it was.

"What about you?" she asked. "I know you mentioned something earlier, but I didn't want to pry." Pause. "I'd like to hear about her, though, if you don't mind telling me?"