"So your dad's a celebrity," Chloe said at the doorway to the cafeteria.

"I wouldn't say that exactly."

She fixed him with a look. "Clark knew who he was."

"Clark, the guy who spent, what, two whole days on the football team? Huh. Maybe he is a celebrity."

They made their way through the line. "So why didn't you tell me about him?"

"I did. Chloe, you have to start eating chicken again sometime."

"I really don't. And you did not tell me about him."

"I told you all the important things. I just didn't tell you what he did for a living."

"This is, like, bizarre Charlie logic and I don't get it, but okay."

She waited until they grabbed their usual table before she pounced. "So now that you're dad's out of the TV personality closet--" Charlie choked on his iced tea. "--tell me all the stuff you've been leaving out."

He laughed, and then launched into a launched into an animated discourse on sports, sports television, sports anchors on sports television, and the general coolness of his dad the sports anchor on sports television. Chloe learned all about Casey-McCall-alongside-Dan-Rydell. She also learned about Dan, who Charlie talked about like a big brother, and a whole bunch of other people she was sure she wouldn't be able to keep straight.

"Sounds amazing," she said. "How come you're not interning there instead of here?"

"Dana offered," he said. "But I had to apply for this one, you know?"

"You wanted to be considered on your own merits."

Charlie nodded.

"That's cool," Chloe said, and she was pretty sure he blushed.