Mr. Ryan
I end up accepting because it's the only way to leave, *of course.
"Great."
In the car, I find myself observing Bryan. Were all Ryans absurdly handsome? He catches me staring and he smiles.
"What's up?"
"Were you born in Germany too?"
"No, Ireland. Why?"
"Ryan mentioned he was born in Germany." I shrug.
"It's weird when you call him that because I think of my uncle. Anyway, the Ryans are of Irish origin. But my uncle and aunt, Nathan's parents, were living in Germany when he was born."
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