And then this -- the moment he calls my name -- is the real moment everything changes. He is no longer St. Clair, everyone's pal, everyone's friend. He is Etienne. Etienne, like the night we met. He is Etienne; he is friend. He is so much more. Etienne. My feet trip in three syllables. E-ti-enne, E-ti-enne, E-ti-enne. His name coats my tongue like melting chocolate. He is so beautiful, so perfect.