“Are you dating?”
Dex shrugs. “I don’t know, Sara.” Dex loves his sister, truly. But sometimes–like right now–she needs to lay off.
“Well, what do you do together?”
“Besides get off.”
Dex thinks. “We play hockey. We do homework. We went and got burritos once. We go running along the river.”
“So he’s like, a friend with benefits?”
“Except he’s not a friend,” Dex says, frustrated. “He went to Andover and his parents own a brownstone on the Upper West Side. Do you know how rich you have to be to own an apartment in New York, let alone a building?”