Meet Cute

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.  

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