Real Time by Katie Nickas — literally stories

It occurred to me during our second date that Mike didn’t exist in real time. When we first met, he was friendly—cruelty-free, like a human-sized rabbit. We ate at a sub shop, but first, he drove us backwards through the drive-thru of a shuttered restaurant. Big, white truck built for long hauls and first impressions. […]

via Real Time by Katie Nickas — literally stories

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