E-- and I took a stroll around the mall today. It was mostly nice. We looked at sunglasses and phone cases. She bought some candles and I bought lunch.
Of all the places in the Food Court, she wanted to eat at Johnny Rockets.
“You?” I said. “The food critic?”
“Stop it,” she told me. “They have the best burgers.”
She noticed my hesitation.
“Sorry,” I said. “I don’t like the presentation. I’m not into the paper hats and the aprons. It’s weird. Why do we have to pretend like it’s 1950? I want a burger from 2016.”
“Okay,” she said. “That’s the most...
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