"Yeah, I don't really know what date conversation is, either," Beverly says, her nose wrinkling a little. For all the guys she was supposed to have been with back home — and, fuck, maybe she should tell him about that, too, even though it isn't like it was true and it hasn't followed her here — none of them ever expressed any actual interest in her. Just Bill, at the end, and Ben before that, and sometimes she can barely remember what they looked like. Nothing ever came of it, anyway; she never did anything like this with them, even something as simple as sitting here holding hands seeming significant under the circumstances.

"Or date... anything? I've never actually dated anyone before this. But, you know, this is — this is fun, and I don't want to make it not fun."