““We walked hand in hand toward Adam’s apartment building. “You don’t seem lawyerly,” I said. “What’s lawyerly? Like, douche-y?” “No, like . . . disciplined. Tightly wound. High-strung. You were roaming the streets in the middle of the night, wearing flip-flops and offering Chinese food to strangers.” “You must not know very many lawyers. Anyway, now I’m roaming the streets in the middle of the night, wearing flip-flops, carrying Chinese food, and holding your hand. I win. And there’s nothing more lawyerly than winning.””
