"That was my thought." He nodded, finishing the rest of his salad before nudging the plate toward the corner.

I wonder how he recognized me so quickly. It even took Edgeworth awhile, and if anyone's going to know my face, I'd think it would be my . . .

. . . boyfriend? That just didn't sound right -- too diminutive. But 'significant other' sounded far too committed for something this new and strange, 'partner' and 'lover' were just off (and not words he could see himself saying with a straight face, one too clinical and the other too flowery), and 'manfriend' . . . wasn't actually a word.

It figures I'd have to come up with a new word for you, he thought ruefully, glancing at Miles with a bit of a smirk, only to be interrupted by a plate clinking to the table in front of him.

"Thank you." He glanced up at the waitress, already reaching for the ketchup.