Julian looked up, the sugar cube tumbling onto the table. "Four? That’s reckless."
Elena looked at the empty plates, the stained napkins, the man across from her who wore his life like an unbuttoned coat. She thought of her apartment—the silence, the single toothbrush, the perfectly aligned furniture. enough ass for two
His phone buzzed. Marge.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry to bother you. Can I use your phone?” Julian looked up, the sugar cube tumbling onto the table
Julian’s face broke into a slow, radiant smile. He reached across the table and took her hand. "You're in?" Julian looked up