The Rom-Commers

by Katherine Center

“That’s why fiction,” I said, “is better than real life.” We clinked brunch cocktails to that.

“I think,” he said, surprisingly lucid for a moment, “that you’re my favorite person I’ve ever met.”

“She argued with me,” Charlie went on, “and she made fun of me, and she told me I was wrong so relentlessly … that of course I had no choice but to fall in love with her.”