"Yeah! I mean. He's fun to hang out with? He's easy-going. We haven't had any major fights." Dinah shrugged, frustrated, knowing it sounded like she was complaining about nothing.

Their drinks and croissants arrived, and Dinah paid, then headed for a booth by the window. "It's just. I dunno. Maybe I expect too much. Or I'm needy. Am I needy? Am I that chick?"