Guy says it like that and Neil smiles and laughs a little. He finds Benji in the crowd, talking with a coworker, and leans over a little to discretely point him out. The burnished blond curls, the broad shoulders and earnest face; Benji’s exceedingly handsome, and was so shy and charming when they met at the club that Neil couldn’t help being rude with him in the bathroom that same night.

“There,” he says. “That’s Benji.”