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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