“Maddy hates the crust too and I get to eat hers,” she said. “It’s part of why we’re so compatible.” “Brad likes them too. He eats all my crusts. You know, I bet if they did a study about relationships, romantic and platonic, the ones where two people have alternating crust preferences are the ones that work the best.” “Imagine putting that on a dating app,” she said. I made my voice serious. “Must be willing to eat my discarded pizza crusts, no weirdos.”
