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Nova: Right, I just saw it on Google. NY’s largest ophthalmology chain. Fancy.

I choke out a laugh.

Jeremy: Did you Google me?

Nova: As soon as you told me your name.

Jeremy: I’ve never Googled my name. Anything interesting?

Nova: Why don’t you have a look, Mr. Fancy Pants?

Jeremy: Don’t call me that.

Nova: Why?

Jeremy: I don’t like it.

Nova: Fine. What do I call you Mr. Lincoln? Jeremy? Google calls you a bachelor.

Jeremy: It doesn’t.

Nova: It does. I dare you to Google yourself.

Jeremy: No. I don’t play games.

Nova: It was very interesting.

I swallow the lump that's formed in my throat. There’s nothing personal there, so I don’t need to worry.

Nova: Three brothers and your parents are still together.

Jeremy: I’m going to Google you.

Nova: Go ahead, you’ll find nothing. I’m boring compared to you.

Jeremy: Trust me, I’m the one who’s boring.

Nova: I doubt that. Being called a bachelor…sounds fun.

Jeremy: I'm not a bachelor. I haven't dated in years.

Nova: Why?

Jeremy: You’re nosy, aren’t you?

Nova: No. Just curious. What does Mr. Fancy Pants Jeremy Lincoln, not a bachelor, do? Because you’re currently saying everything Google says is wrong.

I can’t help but laugh out loud. She’s used all the nicknames she’s made up for me, and I don’t like any of them.

Jeremy: I don’t like any of those names.

Nova: How about Jerry, Jem, Jere, Remy, Jerr, Jez, Rey. I personally like Remy.

Jeremy: Did you find them from Google too?

Nova: Totally. Choose one.

Who are you, Nova?

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