After the drag show, I am sitting at one of the tables outside when Artie appears next to me, beaming, and trailed by Francis.
“What’s up?” I ask. “You look happy.”
“Well,” he says, “umm… “ He blushes slightly and glances at Francis, who is smiling shyly.
I look from Artie to Francis and back to Artie again, a smile spreading across my face. “You know… it’s about time! I always knew you two were meant to be together. I’m just glad you finally figured it out.” I laugh at the stunned look on his face. I hug him and kiss his cheek, then turn to Francis. “You’re good for him,” I say, sticking out my hand to shake. “Besides… it’s good to have someone to distract him and keep him out of my hair!”
“Hey!” Artie protests, laughing.
Francis accepts my handshake. “Thank you.”
I narrow my eyes slightly. “You’d better be good for him,” I warn, but my eyes twinkle when I say it, and he laughs.