Brown?

Oh God, was she going to ask how long she had to stay? If they could have a fake breakup tonight so she wouldn't have to go to the wedding? He couldn't face this wedding alone. Ugh, maybe she wanted to know the real story behind his breakup with Molly?

"Ask me anything." He didn't really mean it.

"Am I going to be the only brown person at this party?" She looked at his chest, his chin, and finally straight into his eyes.

"Oh." He paused. "Huh. I don't know. I didn't think about that."

Her lips curved upward, but she wasn't really smiling.

"Yeah, I figured you didn't. That's why I was asking."

He could hear the murmuring and laughter from the restaurant in the silence between them. He knew she was brown, obviously, but he hadn't realized until now that the entire wedding party was white.

Not that he didn't know they were all white; he just hadn't thought about it like that.

Okay." He thought for a second. "I'm pretty sure that this woman Samantha from our med school class will be there, at least for the wedding, and she's black. She and Molly were friends. Oh! And Dan—he's another groomsman—his girlfriend is Asian. Wait, that's not what you asked, is it? Um . . ."