Where are you? she says in a dinner-is-ruined-and-we-haven't-even-eaten-yet tone. I'm at the restaurant, he says. I called three times, left a message trying to find out where we were meeting. He should have known to meet her at work. She hangs up. The bartender's name is Liam and his voice booms when he repeats the order: Amstel! People around him have names like Rory and Fitzpatrick and discuss detox cleanses and add "ish" to the end of a lot of words. He eats some candied cashews, walnuts.
She shows up. She checks her coat. He sets his beer on the host's silver tray and they are seated. They order and then stare at each other. A fork scrapes a plate. A knife sinks into the thick, pink meat like it was moving through water. Someone at another table laughs, a candle flickers, and he watches her chew.
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2 x like a billion = how much I love you:
nice lines
thank you very much
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