“Oh my God,” she said in a hushed tone. “I wasn’t sure if I should even say anything, but… I saw that video. The concert. The… um… Kiss Cam thing.”
I smiled politely. “A lot of people did.”
She blinked, startled at how steady I was. “I just… I can’t believe he would do that. And with her? Isn’t she like… his intern or something?”
“Assistant,” I said simply, inspecting a lemon. “Though clearly, she’s been promoted.”
Celeste chuckled nervously. “I mean, I just wanted to say—we’re all behind you. Like, team Arianne all the way. If you ever want to talk, or come by for sangria night...”
“That’s kind,” I said, placing the lemon in my cart. “But I think I’ve had enough sour for a while.”
She blinked again. I didn’t fill the silence.
She shifted her weight awkwardly. “Well, anyway. You're handling it all with so much grace. Honestly, if it were me, I’d beat the shit out of them.”
“Trust me,” I said, pushing the cart forward. “The temptation was there.”