By: Laura K.
They met at a club. Some unseen asshole bumped into her, and she into him. Lemme replace your drink?
He rarely went out; work was exhausting. But it was too much lately. The yelling, the paranoia. He’d wanted to stand up for his values. Serve a greater purpose. What a joke.
They were at his place before she even asked — a minor miracle, in this town. “So, what do you do?”
He cringed. Should he lie? Fuck it.
“Holy shit! …Can I admit I’m not really into politics?”
He felt amazing, loose, free.
She smiled inwardly. This was going perfectly.