A question caught me by surprise-1

“I have a type?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Everyone has a type. Didn’t think you went for frigid and pretentious,
but who am I to judge?”

What the hell was her problem? “Look, are you going to help me or not?”
I asked crossly.

Jen sighed. “Fine. But I’m doing this under protest.”

“Your objection is noted. So, what do you know?”

“Well, she’s pale. Not elegantly fair skinned like your beautiful
sister. More like a freaky, dead pale. She might be a vampire.”

I wasn’t amused. “You’re not helping.”

“Fine. Well, she thinks you’re cute, in a geeky ‘Dungeons and Dragons’
sort of way,” Jennifer explained.

“We don’t play Dungeons and Dragons. We don’t even play Magic the…”

“Yeah, she’s not going to be able to make that distinction, and I’d
advise against trying to do it for her,” my sister replied irritably. “Now
may I finish?”

“Sorry.”

“That’s ok. Anyway, she’s really into old movies, especially Alfred
Hitchcock. If you bring up Vertigo, she’ll talk about it for at least an
hour.” Interesting. I already knew the part about classic movies, but the
Hitchcock thing was new information.