Definitely, Maybe in Love by Ophelia London Page A

more superficial than others, but they were all meant to be answered analytically.
    That was the idea anyway. Why hadn’t I suggested Monopoly instead? Or maybe a nice game of Russian Roulette?
    Julia’s and Dart’s answers usually had something to do with each other, while Lilah’s were mostly about money or foreign travel. I didn’t mind any of this, because I was interested in only one participant’s answers. Although when a straight-faced Henry claimed that cocoa-covered cranberries were his favorite food, I had the unique experience of choking on my Diet Coke and having to answer, again, Lilah’s question of why her special side dish had disappeared.
    “Come on,” Lilah growled, rolling onto her stomach. “It’s not brain surgery.”
    “Okay, 60 Minutes ,” I finally offered after way too much thought for such a benign question.
    Julia cleared her throat and eyed me.
    I exhaled, wishing she didn’t know me so well. “Fine. True Blood ,” I muttered into my soda can. “I like vampires and True Blood is my favorite TV show, okay? I loved it till I hated it.”
    “That’s it?” Lilah sneered. “That’s what took you so long?”
    “Interesting dichotomies,” Henry said to me. “I loved it till I hated it,” he quoted. “Elaborate.”
    I liked the way he was leaning forward, almost on the edge of his seat. He certainly had a way of making it feel like he and I were the only ones in the room, just like that night at the party when we’d talked for the first time. I hadn’t forgotten how that made me feel…caught off guard, but in a pleasant, curious way. He was making me feel a lot of new things lately.
    But we weren’t the only ones in the room now.
    “I wasn’t dichotomizing,” I said. “Merely speaking facts.”
    “What’s your answer, Henry?” Julia asked.
    “ Seinfeld ,” he said, propping his feet on the coffee table. The gray, taupe, and blue diamonds on his argyle socks matched the navy blue V-neck sweater he was wearing. We all looked at him, surprised by his answer. “It’s the thinking man’s sitcom. Timeless. Even in syndication heaven.”
    Huh. Who knew?
    I also learned that Dart used to row crew at Duke until he tore his shoulder. In addition, his likes were: walks on the beach, tennis whites, and John Mayer. Coincidentally, so were Julia’s. Or maybe that was no coincidence. Maybe they were one of those gaggy perfect couples. The only thing they seemed to not have in common was PDA. While Dart was willing to show his affection at any time, Julia was the sweet and bashful type. Though if I had to bet, I was sure she let loose when they were alone.
    “Favorite song to sing in the shower?” was the next question on the table.
    “I don’t sing,” I stated.
    “Neither do I.”
    This answer from Henry brought loud hoots from Dart. “You lie, man!”
    Henry’s stern expression held fast as he glowered at his housemate.
    “I’ve actually been getting a little more sleep these past few mornings,” Dart went on, “without you making your normal morning racket.”
    Henry actually flushed. “I said I don’t— ”
    “You do! Personally, I enjoy your rendition of ‘Put A Ring On It . ’”
    “Dude,” Henry muttered, dropping his chin, massaging the back of his neck.
    “But I believe you’re most impressive when you hit the high notes of ‘Livin’ on a Prayer.’”
    “I think…” Henry said. “I think we should move on.”
    Dart stretched his arm toward Henry, hand in a fist. Henry only regarded it impassively. “Dude…” Dart coaxed. Henry leered at the extended olive branch, laughed under his breath, then bumped fists with his best friend.
    “Favorite piece of classical music?” This was my question. I found it interesting when asked in the right company and when answered honestly. Actually, I’d run out of questions. Henry was up to answer first, but he didn’t right away, so I answered for him. “ Clair de Lune . Right?”
    “How can you