"You really like that boy," he said. "Rafael." "Sure. I like him." A pause, as if that wasn't the answer he wanted. "I thought you didn't date boys from school." I shrugged. "There's always a first time." More silence. I glanced over to see him studying me. I sighed and turned to him, peanut-butter-covered knife in hand. "If you've heard something about him, just spit it out." He sipped his coffee, debating, then said, "They say he's something of a Romeo." "Romeo?" I sputtered a laugh. "Seriously?" "You know what I mean, Maya. He likes girls." "Which, all things considered, is good."