“If it’s true love,” insists Evany. “It’ll happen. You know? If it’s meant to be.”

Two tables over, Inez scoffs quietly. “God. Please.”

“She’s entitled to an opinion,” Bonn murmurs.

“That’s not an opinion,” says Inez. “That’s a dull empty cow-thought. That is a thought that a cow would think.”

“Look at me!” Ori says, mocking her from just out of earshot. “Ooh, I’m bitter! I’m jaded! Ooh!” She flips imaginary hair, and Ferdinand grins agreement.

And Rae, in the farthest corner, smiles and traces Ferdinand’s fingers with her eyes; and draws them on her napkin; and says nothing at all.