I nod, a little surprised he knows who I am, though I guess I shouldn't be. It's nice to think about Effy telling people about me, and I have to wonder what she says exactly. Whatever it is, I like imagining it, thinking of her telling people I'm her boyfriend. Knowing I am feels like an impossible stroke of luck after everything that's happened. She shouldn't be back, but she is.

"Yep," I say, and then offer my hand. "And you are?"