“My junk works, Sunshine. I just don’t have any interest in using it.” She tilted her head, confused. “Then why are you here?” “I don’t know.” The truth slipped from me without permission from my brain. People expected to see me at a party—I expected to see me at a party—but none of the scenario felt right, except for her. The world had shifted on its axis at some point, and I needed something genuine.
